Apparently, the Island Lord was a master of water manipulation.
With a wave of his hand, water vapor condensed directly from the air, taking the shape of small, razor-sharp water spears.
Woosh, woosh, swoosh!
They began to rain down on Neo in a relentless torrent, making it incredibly difficult to dodge.
Neo sustained several shallow cuts across his battle suit and on the exposed skin underneath.
The small cuts on Neo's skin stung with the sharp bite of saltwater, but the pain only served to heightened his focus.
"Raah!" Grakal let out a guttural roar, his crimson coat billowing as he pushed his water manipulation to the absolute limit.
The ambient humidity in the Council Hall plummeted as every drop of moisture condensed into a floating arsenal.
With a violent thrust of Grakal's red trident, a localized storm of liquid blades erupted.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Shatter!
Neo blurred into motion, his advanced agility and heightened reflexes pushed to their absolute thresholds.
