"Fluid slash," he said calmly, his voice steady despite the irritation, as he struck at Astral from different points in a seamless chain.
His attack was like a fluid, flowing from one form to another in his assault, each strike transitioning smoothly like water adapting to a new path.
He attacked every point possible, probing relentlessly for a blind spot in the constant shield of mana that enveloped Astral.
Every single spot he attacked was blocked by mana dutifully, the barriers appearing precisely where needed, filling Grim with a mounting anger and a creeping sense of dread.
Anger because he was unable to hurt Astral even once, his blades rebounding harmlessly time after time.
Dread because Astral hadn't even made a move, just standing still in one spot like an immovable statue of arcane might.
Astral, after being dormant for several minutes, finally stared at Grim, his azure eyes locking in on the raptor with an intensity that pierced through the void.
