Larkin stumbled back, ink dripping from several wounds Bright had carved into him. The handler's breathing turned ragged—too ragged for a low- adept who should have had better stamina.
Bright's eyes narrowed.
Larkin wasn't truly trained.
He wasn't hardened.
His abilities were powerful, but he lacked the backbone to use them properly.
Working as an infiltrator wasn't really a good way to build a foundation in battle and the rest of his prowess was hollowed out from the great amount of time he spent as a virus in the hollows.
Bright stepped forward again, blade lowered like a predator's fang.
Larkin raised a trembling hand.
"Back… BACK!"
His mental dampening flared—
—but Mara was here.
Unleashing her calm mind ability to support Bright's focus in the battle. This was the only way she could have an affect on a battle of this stage and pedigree.
