Ikenga didn't hesitate. With a contemptuous flick of his wrist, he swatted the burning sword aside. A new, more insidious weapon formed on his lips: his mouth opened, and he exhaled a shimmering poison mist that glittered like a cloud of distant stars. The cloud drifted menacingly toward Vellok.
Vellok, seeing the threat, quickly distanced himself. While in retreat, he raised a hand and conjured a thousand smaller swords of light, each one a star-bright needle humming with destructive force. He flung them at Ikenga in a single, devastating volley. They arced around Ikenga, a brilliant storm of lances seeking any chink in the nature god's defenses.
But Ikenga wasn't going to sit still. The moment the constructs got close, he stole the momentum from all of them at once. His body, which had been slow and ponderous from the curse, suddenly gained light speed. He transformed from a static target into a blur of motion, closing the distance to Vellok in an instant.
