Before Rynne could react, a dark figure burst out of thin air right over her head.
Michael's body twisted in midair, the shaft of his spear glowing faintly as mana surged through it.
"Too slow," he said quietly.
With a sharp downward strike, he brought the weapon down. Not with the blade, but with the reinforced shaft. It was an impact meant to crush, not pierce.
CRACK!
The blow landed on Rynne, and the force sent her hurtling toward the ground like a meteor.
The arena shook violently as she slammed into the stone floor, a shockwave bursting outward. Dust and fractured rock exploded in every direction
Michael landed a short distance away, his cloak fluttering. He spun his spear once before resting it against his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he watched the dust cloud below.
"I wonder if that'll keep her down," he said softly.
True enough, the ground below began to glow.
Through the settling dust, faint blue light bled outward from cracks in the rubble.
