Commander Zebelon rolled his neck once and exhaled through his nose.
"Alright."
He closed the distance in a single step.
The wave-blade came down and Jeci raised her spear to meet it, but the collision was not a collision. It was demolition. The spear caught the blow and Jeci's arms folded, her knees buckled, and the impact drove her straight into the ground. The earth split beneath her in a ragged circle and dust erupted outward in a violent plume.
Before the dust could settle, Zebelon swung again.
Horizontal and brutal, with no technique or artistry, just the raw essence of a Sage put behind a blade that weighed more than most men could lift. Jeci pulled herself sideways and the wave-blade carved through the space she'd occupied, shearing a trench into the ground that ran six meters before it stopped.
She rolled to her feet and he was already there.
