Leo caught the grin tugging at Ethan's face, and in that instant his own gaze sharpened, instinct screaming at him that his opponent still had room to move.
Can he still dodge? The thought barely finished forming before Leo poured more strength into his arms, muscles tightening as the sweeping staff accelerated with a low, hungry whistle through the air.
Just as the blow was about to smash into Ethan's side, the enormous Bear form vanished as if it had never existed. In its place, a Panther pressed itself flat against the arena floor, body sleek and tight, hugging the dirt so closely that the sweeping arc passed harmlessly overhead.
"Holy shit, that works?!" someone gasped from the stands.
The spectators who had been bracing to see the so-called Druid God knocked sprawling stared in stunned disbelief. No one had expected Ethan to evade an army-level sweep with something as deceptively simple as a mid-strike form shift.
