Although Kayzel had heard the words that came from Raze's mouth, he didn't quite process them. His mind refused to accept what they meant. To him, the match was still going. He could still channel his magic. He could still draw on his unique trait. His body, battered as it was, could still move.
No one had declared the fight over. No official call of defeat had rung out. That meant there was still a chance, however slim, for him to win.
For him to move like that… that speed can't come without cost, Kayzel thought frantically, his breath sharp in his chest. He must be consuming enormous amounts of mana. There has to be a weakness. That's why he's not using anything but those lightning spells. If I can last long enough, he'll burn himself out…
With that thought, Kayzel burst to the side, his figure flickering with unnatural speed. But in the very next instant, before he could even plan his counter, Raze materialized right in front of him. Cold fingers gripped his blazer, and then,
