Alistair's eyes fluttered open, his face twisted with pain and humiliation. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to push himself up from the cracked stone wall.
"That was just carelessness," he spat, wiping blood from his lips. "I underestimated your brute strength. It won't happen again."
I stood calmly in the center of the courtyard, watching him with mild interest. "Is that what you're telling yourself?"
"You got lucky with one punch. Let's see how you handle real power."
Alistair raised his trembling hands, and the air around him began to crackle with dark energy. The temperature dropped noticeably as malevolent power gathered around his fingers.
"Mystic Yin Lightning Technique," he hissed through gritted teeth.
Black electricity danced between his palms, growing stronger and more violent with each passing second. The watching crowd stepped back instinctively as the supernatural energy filled the courtyard with an oppressive aura.
