Marcus laughed, his voice echoing through the trees. "Come on, Amon Vale! Show me what you got! And here you can't surrender. You need to fight me."
He jumped high and hurled his spear down, flames trailing behind it like a comet.
Amon crossed his sword over his chest, summoning the last of his strength.
[Shadow Clutch!]
Dark tendrils shot up from the ground, coiling around the incoming spear, barely slowing it. The flaming weapon tore through them, sending shadows scattering like smoke. But the delay was enough. Amon leapt backward, dodging just in time.
Boom!
The spear hit the ground, creating a fiery explosion that threw dirt and sparks into the air.
Marcus landed smoothly, snapping his fingers, holding his spear tightly again.
Amon gritted his teeth. 'He's stronger than before. Or at the time of spar... he might be going easier on me.'
