'This isn't going anywhere. I need to change tactics.'
Moon's hand began to crackle with lightning. Purple sparks danced across his fingers, ready to unleash devastation on his enemy.
This wasn't an opponent he could afford to go easy on. The assassin's speed, the way he had drawn blood within the first exchange, the obvious confidence he had, all of it told Moon that holding back would get him eliminated.
But Moon also wasn't going to overdo it. This was still a competition. A tournament with rules and consequences. He wasn't going to permanently damage someone's soul unless the situation demanded it. The assassin was a lunatic, yes. He was unsettling, yes. But he hadn't done anything that justified inflicting irreversible harm, at least not yet.
A more thorough beating would suffice.
The lightning crackled in his palm for a moment, the it was unleashed.
The bolt streaked across the clearing in a jagged purple line, faster than the assassin's eyes could fully track.
'Fast!'
