The ground beneath Arthur cracked faintly as the force pressed against him, but he didn't move. His eyes stayed locked on the guardian.
"…You're done."
His fingers shifted.. just a small motion.
The spears stopped.
Then they turned.
All at once.
Ryn let out a low breath.
"There it is."
The guardian's grin faltered, just a little.
"…What?"
Arthur didn't give it time to think.
The spears shot back.
Faster.
Sharper.
Now driven by something else.
Wind wrapped around them, tightening their path and pushing them harder than before.
The guardian reacted late, jumping back and twisting out of the center line just in time to avoid the first wave.
But not all of it.
One spear tore across its side.
Another clipped its shoulder.
It staggered.
"…You..!"
Arthur was already moving.
He didn't stop after the deflection and didn't stand there to watch. He pushed forward, closing the distance.
