"Are you sure about that?" Sylas snorted at Navian and charged, each step cracking the ground beneath him. He swung a punch, but before it landed, Navian was swallowed by his shadows and vanished only to reappear behind him.
Dark tendrils burst from Navian's body like tentacles, wrapping tightly around Sylas and hurling him across the field.
Sylas hit the ground but sprang up immediately, narrowing his eyes. Navian advanced slowly, shadows swirling ominously around him.
Sylas frowned, then slammed his boot down. The ground rippled with a shockwave that spread between them, and suddenly, Navian froze mid-stride. His eyes widened as the shadows dissipated around him.
Sylas dusted off his shoulder, chuckling as he walked closer. "What's the matter?"
Navian glared but said nothing.
