"I think your underestimating him Seth." Drake's sword appeared in his hand.
"Its true that you have lived for hundreds of years, then you must of heard or even seen the Rite of Gia." Drake held out his sword as three orbs of ice, light and dark circled it.
"You see Seth, I have heard a lot about you, from stories and such. One of the greatest minds, a brilliant but ruthless taction, one who exploits all weakness. What you are trying to work out right now, in you mind, is my weakness, something which could make me lose my cool. Well theres many things, we could talk about my weakness for hours, but i can't be botherd, fighting and such, so let us play one game. The one that you love the most. A game of strength, skill and chance. The game of life."
Drake thrust out his arm, a dark cloud appearing.
"Dark frost," The dark cloud sped forwards towards Seth freezing everything it covered.