Theron crossed his arms, his hair dancing. His eyes bloomed into orbs of indigo light, his hair vanishing in that same light—or maybe it was that the individual strands had truly become that light.
His soul bloomed and the world around him flashed, his Primordial Earth taking root and infusing itself into the very ground.
However, a world of ice and another of raining fire bombarded his own, weakening it and shrinking it.
Theron, though, didn't seem to notice, his body shaking only for the briefest moment before his waning roar returned.
"Stay out of this," Kenton said coldly.
He didn't wait for Bamby to reply, taking a step and vanishing. When he appeared again, his blade was already about to stab right through Theron's dantian.
Reacting quickly, Theron slipped to one side, but he was still a step late.
The blade tore through his gut, barely missing his dantian by a few inches at most.
'So fast.'
