BOOM!
The moment the signal was given—
Daemon vanished, lightning snakes coiling around his body.
His speed was unreal for someone built like a tank.
In an instant, he appeared at Frey's side, driving a rocket-like punch straight toward his face.
Frey barely managed to block it with his sword—
But the sheer momentum launched him across the arena, smashing into the barrier.
Daemon didn't give him a moment to recover.
He immediately clasped his hands together ,Gathering a terrifying amount of lightning aura.
"Let me show you the difference…"
The difference between a true warrior—
And someone like you.
"Lightning Artillery."
From between his hands, a monstrous beam of lightning shot out—
Slamming violently into where Frey had landed.
Frey barely dodged in time, his speed saving him from the blast.
But Daemon relentlessly tracked him—
Keeping the lightning barrage aimed at him wherever he fled.
In a situation like that ...
Instead of running...
