Lightning surged around his legs, sparking violently.
"I'll make sure you can't even see me move," Kyrion said, voice low and charged.
He vanished again.
The arena trembled as streaks of lightning zigzagged across the floor. The audience couldn't follow a thing—just flashes, impacts, and echoes of clashing metal.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Nolan met every strike head-on, their swords sparking as they collided again and again. Kyrion's movements blurred with speed, each swing heavier than the last.
He's using everything, Nolan thought, blocking a downward slash and pushing back with his full strength.
Kyrion grinned wildly, his aura surging. That's right. Everything I've got.
Nolan twisted his wrist, parrying the next strike, and in one swift motion, drove his blade into Kyrion's shoulder.
Blood splattered across the ground—then stopped.
