"Cheap shot," Titus spat, and with his left hand he summoned a whip of coiling lightning, the arcs snapping and screaming as they wrapped around his arm.
Bzzzz!!
Without a moment's hesitation he brought the whip crashing down. The impact hit like a falling star, the stage buckling and then collapsing outright beneath the sheer violence of the strike. Stone split, metal shrieked, and fragments were thrown into the air before gravity dragged them back down.
"Everyone fifty meters from the stage," Lewis commanded, his arm thrust outward. In the very next second the shattered platform rippled, its surface stretching and knitting itself together as if reality itself had decided to undo the damage. Cracks sealed, edges reformed, and the stage swelled back into place, whole once more.
"Hmp!"
