Chapter 271: Loser's Bracket Winner - 2
"Midnight, fly up!" Uraan shouted, boots grinding against the arena floor as he lunged forward, trying to close the distance on Lyra.
But before the Raven could even complete a single flap, Lyra's rapier flashed—a thin line of silver cutting through the air—and she cleanly severed the pulley tendon in the bird's wing. The Raven let out a sharp cry as its body tilted, balance lost, and it dropped from its height like a stone.
"Midnight!" Uraan was already sprinting toward the point where the Raven would crash. His eyes tracked the fall precisely.
Lyra was falling too.
Yet there was no fear in her expression.
Electricity crackled along the slender length of her rapier, blue arcs snapping and hissing around the blade as she thrust it straight toward Uraan mid-descent.
Crackle!
Wind surged violently around him. Uraan twisted his body and sidestepped at the last instant, the electrified tip grazing past with a sizzling hiss.
BOOM!
