On the other side, Ethan teleported out of the grabbing hand's reach. Then he dropped a longsword under his feet with telekinesis and used it like a flying board, shooting off into the distance.
The shockwaves from Dopey's fight were way too nasty. Better to pull the duel somewhere cleaner.
Slate missed the grab and came bursting out of the ground, furious. He locked onto Ethan and lunged after him.
Ethan's telekinetic flight was fast—but Slate's ability to fold the ground, compressing distance like he was cutting corners through space, was even faster.
In no time, Slate's shadow was right behind him.
A crushing gravity field slammed onto Ethan's body.
His stomach dropped.
He fell like a stone.
At the same time, dozens of meteors screamed down from above, and spear-like stone spikes thrust up from below, turning the air and ground into a kill box.
"So you're going straight for the throat," Ethan muttered, eyelid twitching.
He didn't hesitate.
Teleportation.
