Vikram drove his weight forward, his feet gripping the frozen stone.
He channeled all his bio-electric Prana into his right arm, the energy humming at a frequency that matched the cipher. At the same time, he pulled the surrounding dark photons into his knuckles, solidifying them into a dense, kinetic glove.
*Right uppercut.*
His fist drove straight up, striking the underside of Javed's shadow blade just above the hilt.
The clash of Prana and compressed Chaya created a deafening pop. A shockwave of blue and black energy erupted from the point of contact, shattering the frozen puddles across the plaza.
Javed's shadow blade shivered. The dark photons lost their alignment, and with a sound like breaking glass, the blade shattered into a thousand harmless particles of black light.
Javed gasped, the feedback of the shattered weapon shooting up his arm. His shoulder dislocated with a wet snap, and he fell to his knees, his armor cracking as the bio-electric current surged through his chest.
Vikram stood over him, his right fist still smoking with blue sparks, his silver-grey eyes cold and steady.