Asher took another step toward the Specter.
It moved again—fast—but not as clean as before. The hit he landed had thrown off its balance.
The silver blur shot toward him, blade-wings extended like cutting fans.
Asher braced himself.
The Specter aimed for his throat this time.
Asher ducked under the first slash and leaned back from the second. The third came from the side—but he blocked it with his forearm, teeth gritting from the sharp sting.
The Specter vanished again.
But Asher didn't wait.
He turned instantly.
A blur flashed behind him.
He punched.
His fist and the Specter's blade collided mid-air, sending a shock through both of them. The Specter was thrown back again, skidding across the floor in a shower of sparks.
This time, Asher didn't let it reset.
He charged after it.
The Specter tried to flicker away, but its movements were slower. Asher caught its arm mid-escape and slammed it into the ground.
