Velren darted to the side as another barrage of molten energy seared through the air, slamming into the obsidian behind him with a hiss of superheated rock. He barely had time to recover before another shot came, then another, and another.
"Does this thing not have a cooldown or anything?!" he muttered, flipping backward to avoid a burst that scorched the ground where he had just stood.
The Brimfang growled, its molten veins pulsating as it readied another attack. But Velren had already propelled himself forward, closing the gap between them in an instant. He swung his katana—not aiming to wound, but for something else entirely.
A rift in space ripped open where his blade passed, a jagged, flickering tear of distorted energy. He then grinned.
"Let's see how much I can create!"
The Brimfang roared and lunged, but Velren was already gone, twisting mid-air as he slashed again—
Second rift.
He landed, ducked beneath another blast, and retaliated—
Third rift.
Dodge. Slash.
