Jasper knew danger when he saw one, and that undead he was looking at was the definition of one. He smiled even as cold sweat tickled his spine. "I don't want that thing to near me."
He brought his two hands together as if he wanted to clap. He turned the hands into a hooking shape and then he ripped his hands apart. "Render!"
A sharp crack sounded in the air like the splitting of a tree branch.
Suddenly, the space above and below Spartacus warped, turning twisted and distorted. The space above and below had collapsed at the same time, pulling him in different directions.
Jasper sneered. His forehead was dripping with sweat, but he was smiling. His hands trembled slightly. "That's one of my most powerful moves. Do you think you can withstand it?"
