Red lightning crackled across Jack's armor as he and Mira separated from their latest exchange, both breathing slightly more than normal.
Her fire-wreathed attacks had scored hits despite his demon armor, and her superior close-combat experience was becoming increasingly apparent.
'She's too skilled at hand-to-hand,' Jack contemplated, his mind processing options while his body remained ready for the next assault. 'Every exchange at close range favors her. I need to create distance and use techniques that leverage my advantages instead of playing to her strengths.'
[Static Orbs: Activated]
Thirty red orbs materialized around Jack's position, each one crackling with compressed electrical energy.
They floated in seemingly random positions, hidden among the rain and scattered debris from their fight.
To Mira's eyes, they appeared as nothing more than ambient magical discharge, harmless residue from Jack's lightning techniques.
But each orb was a trap waiting to be triggered.
