Kris, while fighting, could not tear his gaze away from Klein. Every movement of reinforced his suspicions: the way he rolled his shoulders before a diagonal strike, the way his toes anchored into the ground to generate power, the precise curve of his high guard.
A giant of flesh tried to crush him by bringing down both arms like a hammer. Kris dodged with a lateral dash, the blast of the blow ruffling his hair, and detonated his by driving his spear into the creature's heart. A column of fire roared upward, then reduced the monster to ashes.
