Aren barely managed to dodge an incoming black ice spear by rolling to the side just as it plunged into the ground right where he was.
Using the momentum, he snapped up to his legs and was already sprinting at the man once more. This time, there was no more testing or probing—he was trying to end this fight as quickly as possible.
His gauntlet blew by the man's face as it pretty much snapped his head back. Then Aren followed up with another strike to his ribs, where he can physically feel the flesh caving inwards from his strike.
Aren kept on the pressure, chaining each strike into the next to try and overwhelm him through sheer momentum alone.
For a brief moment, it sort of worked. The Defiler was forced backward with every hit, his body bending under the impacts with no time to channel any Arts.
But…something was wrong, and he could feel it too. That's when Aren focused on the wounds themselves and finally saw it.
