Lightning crackled along Theo's body. A faint smile crossed his face as he advanced step by step. Sparks danced around his arms while the Resistance leader stood several meters ahead.
"It's time to take that bastard down for—"
"Th-Theo."
Shaan rushed over, one hand pressed against his chest.
"W-Wait."
"Huh?" Theo frowned. "What do you mean?"
Shaan bent forward, struggling for breath.
"W-We..." He drew in a deep breath. "W-We can't attack him head-on."
Theo fell silent. The lightning surrounding him gradually faded.
"We need a plan if we're going to defeat him," Shaan said. "We won't stand a chance without one."
"A plan?" Theo let out a quiet laugh. "That's completely unnecessary." His grin widened. "My lightning can take him down with ease. Trust me. I know what I'm capable of."
"He's not an opponent we can defeat that easily."
Shaan stared intently at Theo. "I'm serious."
