Before Lafuente could turn, the cold bite of a spear punched through his back. His breath hitched, blood spraying from his lips.
It was Lumberling. His eyes sharp, his body moving in perfect rhythm. His spear shone with violent mana, a deadly storm of power.
He had combined three techniques into one. Thundering Lunge, a burst of speed and momentum, lightning cracking at his feet. Spearheart Thrust, a skill that sharpened his strike and guided it straight into his enemy's weakest point. And finally, Triple Fang, splitting the spear's power into three devastating fangs that tore through flesh and armor alike.
Three holes burst open across Lafuente's back. Lightning danced from the wounds, crawling over his body like chains of death.
