But Valentine wasn't done. His jaws snapped open, teeth spreading wide as he lunged forward, attempting to bite down on Azaron's wrist with feral intent. Azaron didn't dare test whether his armor could truly withstand those teeth. He disengaged immediately, his body blurring as he pivoted away. His feet danced across the surface of the earth as he recalibrated in an instant, his knuckles already singing through the air toward Valentine's ribcage.
Valentine's eyes flashed as his instincts screamed in warning. His body twisted sharply to evade the strike, but before he could fully reposition himself, Azaron's hand snapped out and clamped down on one of his wings. Without missing a single beat, Azaron spun, leveraging his momentum and strength, and hurled Valentine forward like a discarded ragdoll.
