Tendrils of mana electrified the floor—washing over and through it in search of its victim.
No stranger to the sensation, Zack soared with all the strength he possessed, trying his best to escape the clutches of the force.
Barely, his feet outpaced three columns of energy, sectioned directly from the ground to claw for him. Quickly, he looked down, swiping his arm.
His own shockwave fought against the force, dispelling it in an instant with a great typhoon. "Damn, you've already gotten so proficient with it," he scoffed, looking directly at Logan.
Logan's eyes were still, his heart calm. Something changed within him. "You will learn that my power doesn't end with just this," he said, taking one large stomp in Zack's direction.
Then, two beams came from his hands—racing to clash with Zack.
Zack—still airborne—raised his hands forth, skin glowing pink with vitality. With a nervous click of his tongue, he closed his eyes, then—
Thwoom!
