The center of the arena became an accursed storm, with black lightning raining down with unending persistence from Sylvan. Around the veteran's body, an ever-present cyclone persisted, lashing out only when a threat came close.
"Y'know, I'm only able to use this kind of defense when my opponent's magic is a good degree in strength lower than mine," Tederich casually explained, dismissing a pincer strike of two bolts with a flick of his wrist. "Cursed Lightning is invaluable when dealing with durable monsters, like dragon scales and basilisks. Thing is, it doesn't make a difference if it doesn't hit."
None of the champion's words did anything to lessen the unending assault launched by Sylvan, though each and every manifestation of lightning was brushed away by the wind.
