The circle flared.
[Combat Start.]
Cairon moved first. No hesitation, no flourish, just steel blurring through the air in a horizontal cut that screamed with abyssal resonance.
The pressure alone shoved dust from the tiles, the sound ringing like a bell across the plaza.
Lucen slipped back, a flicker of sparks trailing his boots. [Riftstep.] Space cracked open behind him, and he blurred backward, the edge missing his chest by inches.
Cairon followed, relentless, his aura boiling outward in black-red waves. His blade didn't swing wildly, it flowed, a constant stream of controlled destruction.
He pressed forward, each strike a question, each step a trap.
Lucen smirked, palm crackling. "Fast, aren't you?"
[Shockweave Bolt.]
The jagged arcs spat outward, three forks snapping across the dueling circle. Cairon's blade swept once, clean, erasing the lightning like chalk dust. He kept coming.
'Cute trick.' Lucen's grin widened.
