Leo/Ryn
He had missed. Ryn hadn't expected that he would miss hitting Zhao's chest. One fatal blow would have sent the man flying to the ground, but that cunning bastard had reacted fast, and the strike had only brushed his chest.
Zhao spat out blood and clutched his chest. He heaved a deep breath and clenched his fists tightly, summoning a fierce gust of wind around him. Then he rose, standing on what seemed like a swirling cloud of air.
"I miscalculated, and because of that, my trusted servant died because of me," Zhao said, raising his hands in mock defeat. "For the past few weeks we've spent together, I should have known you were smart. But never did I expect you to be this smart, actually to land a hit on me." He rubbed his chest, then stretched his hand toward Ryn.
A sharp, ear-splitting scream tore from his throat as fireballs ignited in his palms.
Ryn braced himself, summoning a protective shield to block the incoming attack.
But Zhao had other plans.
