Whenever Alexia tried to create distance, a deluge of condensed light lances would spear down from the sky above.
The glowing projectiles would come tearing through the forest canopy, obliterating anything in their path with blinding explosions.
The earth was shaking, and the heavens were spewing down searing light, forcing Alexia to weave through a constant barrage of orbital artillery.
Kaelron would always use this chance to close in on her.
It was a daring thing to do, engaging with Alexia Von Zynx in close quarters. Surprisingly, he was holding his own.
His trick was not letting Alexia generate enough momentum behind her swings, and he was executing it well until now.
Every time she wound up her warhammer, Kaelron would just dart inside her striking range and jam her wrists with the heavy shaft of his mace.
He knew that if her weapon didn't make clean contact, the force wouldn't convert into a shockwave.
It was a dangerous, razor-thin game of inches.
