Atila fought with overwhelming might, unleashing even more power than he had used to overpower Jormungandr. Solar fire blazed along the edge of his massive sword, each swing carrying enough force to break every bone in the Divine Avatar's body. And yet, for all his strength, his eyes reflected nothing but frustration and seething rage.
He brought his blade down in a devastating arc aimed at the Divine Avatar's neck—but just before the strike could land, Overlord shifted. He didn't leap away, didn't waste motion; he moved exactly the distance needed to evade the attack, not a millimeter more, keeping himself close enough for an immediate counter.
