"Two days more of this food, and Zeus will crumble," Hadas thought, as he raised his arm.
Hadas's arm descended like the most discouraging last blow a being could receive. His arm was shrouded in darkness that itself seemed to shatter the movement of Allen's body.
Then, for a bit less than a second, Hadas flinched. It felt like there were two Allens—one in front and the other behind him—only for his hand to descend and cut through a deforming image that vanished faster than time.
"Too slow," Allen smirked just above Hadas's shoulders, landing the first blow on his shoulder with lightning-shrouded arms.
But the lightning exploded on touch, laying no single damage other than the rising dark smoke that incensed from the clothing of Hadas.
Hadas did nothing but applaud, although he had still misread Allen's move. "Teleporting and leaving a very real afterimage. Impressive."
