*BANG~ BANG~ BANG~ BANG~*
*BOOM~!!!*
Klain's expression was solemn. Flashing to the side, he blocked with his knee the pallid fist clad in both heat and cold whose friction was causing thin arcs of lightning. The heat clashed with his magma, only for the latter stall when the cold came.
Even though the cold only stalled the magma for what could be called an imperceptible instance for the eyes of evolvers who still had yet to become a true evolver, it was enough for the weak arcs of lightning to break through the thin moment of brittleness. That did nothing to change the fate of the owner of the fist.
Erick was sent flying with traces of burns on his arm, but the time the change took to happen had given Crystal the opportunity to come back to the charge. With a kick, she hit the wounded side of the general's body.
