*BOOM~ BOOM~ BANG~ BANG~ BANG~ BOOM~ BOOM~ BANG~*
The battle raged in the vacuum, fierce and deadly. Even in a one versus many scenario, it felt as if the white-haired earthling was not the one surrounded. Even as attacks rained from all sides, he remained composed, his sweaty form flickering around with the arcs of lightning.
With a flip of Lucas's palm, cold air met the fire storm coming at him in a formless shield. Immediately after, he spun, and met the fist gauntleted in heavy, condensed earth with his elbow. He was not given any rest as right then, he kicked back, precisely clashing with the wind spear coming at his perceived weakness.
Heat and cold clashed at his feet and provoked an explosion which destabilized the spear at the same time as he endured its kinetic force. His eyes flashed, and he let himself be pushed back. But while retreating, he extended the arm whose elbow had cracked the impossibly solid earth gauntlet and caught the forearm behind the reinforced fist.
