Arkas rushed forward again, his body wrapped in flickering strands of lightning. He swung wide with his right fist, thunder screaming behind the strike. The tiger caught it without blinking.
"Still no brains," the tiger muttered.
He twisted Arkas's wrist mid-air, bent his arm backward, and kicked him square in the chest. The hit landed like a battering ram.
Arkas flew back through a layer of clouds, lightning trailing behind him.
Cilian moved quickly.
"[Frozen Seal!]"
A circle of sharp, spinning frost formed under the tiger's feet. It latched onto the air around him, trying to freeze his motion in place.
It lasted half a second.
The tiger took one step forward and the ice shattered beneath him.
He looked at Cilian now.
"Let me guess," he said, voice cold and sharp. "You're the support. Ice and tricks. No backbone."
He blurred forward and drove a fist into Cilian's stomach. The sound cracked across the sky.
Cilian coughed blood, staggered back, but didn't fall.
