Cassian clashed with Rocky in a blinding explosion of heat and pressure. Solar light burst from his axe, striking the crystalline man with enough force to carve a trench through the ground.
Rocky raised both arms, his body hardening with a dull shimmer. Cassian's strike connected but instead of breaking him, the impact cracked the ground beneath them.
Cilian moved like mist, cold spreading from every step he took. He flanked Speedy in a blur, launching dozens of frost-laced javelins made of ice.
Speedy weaved through them with ease, his body flickering like an afterimage. One moment he was in front of Cilian, the next behind, landing a solid blow to Cilian's ribs before vanishing again.
Edgar hunted Slippery.
Shadow trails followed his movements, his body melting in and out of darkness. But every time he got close, Slippery tilted his head and the world bent. Edgar's blow would pass through an illusion. Sometimes it wasn't even clear if Slippery was really there at all.
