Whatever was happening over there between Tristan and that creature, its nature was cataclysmic. I could tell from the atrocious shockwaves that rolled through the ground and up through the soles of my boots while I scrambled to stay clear of Light.
He dove his wyvern at me again, twirling his sword with that treacherous skill of his, and through the slit of his silver visor he glared. I felt the look land like a fistful of needles.
By then I was past exhaustion. Every part of me that might have spared a damn for what was going on simply didn't have one left to spare.
So with a furious white light burning behind my eyes like molten metal poured straight into the sockets, I stayed on him, measuring the distance as he came. He dropped into the dive, that devastating shockwave trailing under him, his sword angled to sweep me in half.
I vanished.
And appeared behind him.
