He dissolved into darkness, reforming behind Helena like a ghost. She spun, faster than someone her size should move and caught him with a backhanded hammer strike.
Raven flew and rashed into the arena wall, the barrier flickered from impact.
"Raven Blackmist incapacitated," the referee called.
Helena rolled her shoulders. "Who's next?"
Meanwhile, in the darkness outside Ravenna's light sphere, I tracked Kael.
She was good, better than good even, and as if training together had made her understand something about the way I do things, every time I thought I had her position, she'd moved.
Every trap I set, she avoided or countered.
We were thinking on the same level and predicting each other's predictions.
"You know what the problem with tactical fighters is?" Kaeel's voice came from everywhere and nowhere. "We overthink."
