Everett's eyes were completely bloodshot as his rapier moved in a continuous zigzag pattern of silver light. Each individual strike carries enough high-voltage electrical current to completely fry the internal organs of any person it comes into contact with.
Kurt dropped his center of gravity into a low brawler's stance. His superior close-quarters combat prowess and unique skill kept him in a state of hyper-focus as he parried and weaved through the lightning strikes.
BZZT—CLANG! WHOOSH! CLANG!
"Die! Die! Die!!!" Everett doubled his speed as his silver aura flared.
Finding an opportunity, he swung his left hand forward and discharged a massive bolt of lightning point blank at Kurt's face. Unbeknownst to him, however, Kurt's right brass knuckled fist was already enroute toward his ribs.
WHAM!!!
"NGH–AURGH!"
