Aram saw the spell coming, but couldn't stop the momentum of his swing. Pain bloomed within him as the electricity surged through the King's Sword and across his armor, and he fell back, dropping his sword in the process.
As his armored form crashed into the ground, his helmet fell off of his head, and he found himself facing the ground. He coughed, and a spattering of red was painting on the dirt. Tasting the blood in his mouth, Aram grit his teeth in an almost feral-looking smile, whispering out the chant of a Blood Spell.
Pushing himself up from the ground and onto one knee, Aram glared up at his opponent, and thrust his hands, now glowing a malevolent red, forward at Dearg-due. There was a terrible, soul-wracking screech as something burst from his hands, taking the form of the upper half of a demonic-looking skeleton, with arms much too long for its body, hands with too-long fingers, an elongated skull, fanged teeth, and rows of barbed blades running down its spine. The Bone Spirit glowed crimson, empowered by a portion of Aram's health and blood, and screeched again, tearing itself from Aram's gauntleted fingers and racing through the air at Dearg-due.