Ethan dashed forward, the floor beneath his feet sparking with the discharge of lightning psions. His spear was gripped in both hands, the tip lowered, crackling with volatile arcs. He didn't waste time feinting—he opened with momentum, with intent.
SWOOSH!
The spear sliced through the air like a bolt unleashed, aimed clean at Victor's side.
Victor shifted.
One step—no more.
His sword came up at an angle with smooth, terrifying grace.
CLANG!
The edge of Ethan's spear met Victor's blade, the force of the impact crackling like a whip through the chamber. Lightning leapt across the clashpoint, but Victor's stance didn't falter.
He twisted.
With a single flick, he redirected the spear's momentum—his wrist rotating just enough to send Ethan slightly off balance.
THUD!
Ethan's boots skidded across the floor, heels digging in to slow himself. But he didn't hesitate. Already, his hand snapped back, spear spinning once as he regained control.
"Thunder Coil."
