Runes exploded all around Sylas. He reached out with his severed arm as though it were still attached to his body, an emerald green glow wafting from it that not only quickly enveloped the rest of him, but was also slowly being tinged with an abyssal black.
Then he moved.
Xalor swung his blade quickly and sharply in response. There was a large bite taken out of it, but its construction was far too sturdy to fall so easily.
And yet his blade seemed to pass right through Sylas' body.
A fist connected with his face as Sylas took a step to his side. Sylas' entire body became an engine of torque, his abs flexing and revving as his fist struck down.
BOOM.
Xalor was in the air one moment and plowing through the ground the next.
Sylas didn't follow him, his hair dancing with a menacing black fog. His eyes were nothing but abysses of darkness, his Monkey King Armor radiating with a brighter and brighter light with every passing moment.
