Amon moved again.
"Shit!" Kazriel cursed and tried to stop Amon. He blocked the incoming strike from Amon with his spear.
The collision sent a shockwave through his body as he was shot through the air toward the ground.
BOOM!
But Kazriel didn't fall on his back; his legs met the ground as a huge pit formed from the impact of his landing.
Amon moved again. The darkness trailing behind him cut through the gray sky like a blade.
"Shit!"
Kazriel cursed, a word unbefitting of his composure, torn from him by pure instinct. He brought his spear up fast, both hands gripping tight, purple flames surging along its length in a desperate roar of heat and light.
He pushed up from his bent knees. The purple flames across his spear surged higher, brighter. His violet eyes ignited with a deep purple glow that lit the inside of the pit around him.
The ground beneath his feet cracked further from the pressure of the mana he began pulling into himself.
