As the scorpion dashed towards him, Lukas tried to leap back.
However, his feet tangled beneath him for no reason he could identify, and he stumbled, hitting the floor an instant later.
Immediately, he planted his hand to push himself but his hand slipped on the dry stone, as if it was wet.
He went back down, catching himself on his forearm, but the scorpion had already reached him.
The spirit drove its pincers towards him, but he rolled to the side, the claws snapping shut on the air inches away from his shoulder.
He kept rolling until he had enough space to scramble to his feet, but now, something was covering his face.
He reached up and tore it off, only to discover that it was his own jacket that had somehow folded over his face as he tolled.
An instant later, he threw himself to the side.
A dire beam tore through where he'd been standing to slam into the ground, sending fragments of stone flying in every direction.
