He flipped in mid-air, twisting and firing another arrow downward—this one charged with divine energy.
The arrow exploded with blinding white light, shattering the shadow tendrils and forcing Grimm to materialize again.
Orion landed hard, gasping for breath. Already, his heartbeat was racing.
Each time Grimm vanished into the floor, Orion had to guess where he'd come from. That unpredictability was killing his rhythm.
Grimm smirked, disappearing again.
1:44 / 5:00
Orion switched tactics. Instead of firing when Grimm disappeared, he began drawing arrows only after Grimm reappeared.
One strike after another, they clashed, the arena filled with sparks and flares of divine energy as the divine-infused bow clanged against dagger, each exchange faster than the last.
But Grimm's attacks grew more vicious, more calculated.
A faint line of blood trailed from Orion's cheek. Then another nick on his shoulder. His breathing grew harsher.
