One moment he was standing several feet away. The next, he'd collapsed the distance between them to nothing, almost like he removed the space that separated them entirely.
Casmir's hand shot forward, fingers splayed, as the air around Finn's chest rippled with compressed spatial force.
Finn recognized the spell immediately. It was the kind that Osmund had used against him when they sparred back on the island. Incapacitating, yes. But non-lethal. Finn didn't intend on letting it land anyway.
[Frame Skip].
The world stuttered.
Finn's body flickered, leaving a ghost-image of himself standing in place while his actual form shifted four steps to the left. The spatial compression struck empty air where he'd been a fraction of a second ago.
Casmir's eyes widened fractionally — the first genuine surprise Finn had seen on his face.
