Asher's eyes followed Debro as the man shot towards the sky, his plan to fry Debro to death failing just like his former plan to decapitate the man, the crackling lightning in his hand dying out as he stared at the man who now floated and stared down at him from above with hate- and anger-filled eyes, the air between them thick with killing intent and unspoken resolve.
As a Radiant Wavestar Life Ranker, Debro had his own pride, a pride forged through countless battles and victories. How could a mere Dust Swiftstar Life Ranker injure him? That was simply impossible, an outcome that defied everything he understood about strength and hierarchy.
His Friction Manipulation ability made it hardly possible for him to be injured in the first place. In fact, Debro could count the number of times he had been injured during a fight on one hand, that was how refined his Friction Manipulation ability was and how precise his timing had become over the years of endless combat.
