A thunderous shockwave later, the silver-blue trident was buried into the chest of the serpentine girl; not too deep, since a shadow figure — an instructor — had arrived just in time to intercept the weapon.
Then, in a blur, both the instructor and the girl vanished from sight, leaving only the trident floating in that space. She was eliminated.
With her acoustic roar gone, the head-splitting pressure in Ivan's skull abated enough for his mind to start working again.
He called back his trident, while simultaneously gripping the serrated tentacles coiled around his right arm with his free hand.
Ignoring the pointed chitinous teeth tearing into his skin, Ivan spun on an inclined axis and burned away a bit more of his timer to pull hard.
The tentacled boy's eyes shot wide behind the visor of his armor as his own leverage was turned against him. Like a hooked fish, he was yanked straight into the path of the incoming vacuum blade.
