A streak of white lightning tore through the sand, closing the distance in an instant.
'She's a fast one.'
Xenos stepped back and quickly responded in kind—
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick—
DING!
—
{Lightning!}
—
His [Fortune's Wheel] had spoken.
And what an Element it had chosen~.
Medea's leg came crashing down on his head, but his sword swung up in the same rhythm, steel meeting flesh with a loud CLANG!
The attacks stopped each other, a shockwave blasting the sand away from their feet.
"Steel plates under your clothes, huh?"
Medea didn't answer his teasing question.
Instead, she kicked herself off a pocket of lightning, quickly retreating back.
That same pocket sent a burst of lightning to cover her movement, threatening to swallow all of Xenos in it...
Click.
Only for it to suddenly fizzle out.
One Rune on his now-worn dark leather gloves dimmed, storing that attack.
He held up his right hand, revealing his Divine Relic to her.
