The spear cut through the world like a bolt of silver lightning. Dazzling, yet ferocious.
Garrick's eyes widened. For a split second, his grip on Lucy loosened as instinct took over. He shoved her aside forcibly, her body tumbling into the underbrush as he brought his greatsword up in a desperate arc.
Metal met metal with a sound like thunder cracking the sky open.
Garrick gnashed his teeth together as the force of the impact drove him back several steps, his boots digging trenches in the muddy ground. Gungnir embedded itself in the earth between them, its shaft still vibrating from the collision.
Nero was already moving.
He closed the distance in three long strides, his hand wrapping around Gungnir's shaft. The moment his fingers touched it, he felt the connection surge through him like fire in his veins.
The spear practically leaped into his grip, trembling in excitement.
