The blade-like wand came down upon the target's head with a crash and magical tendrils of dark energy wove themselves around the wooden human form. With a well timed flourish and a cry of Todesfall , the dark tendrils constricted around the target, then flashed to its neck, with a flick of his wand, the tendrils tightened to their fullest, crushing the thick wood at the neck of the practise target.

Nathan gestured towards the target, bringing it towards him until the wand was at the forehead. With a sharp jab, the wooden head exploded into a thousand splinters.

The voice was bitter and cold as it spoke, "Goodby, and may ye rot foul creature of shadow."

With a turn of his heel, he walked to the training area to retrieve yet another practise target.