Theron side-stepped and lunged, retreated and parried, pressed and suffocated. His movements became sharper and sharper, one line after another forming a seamless flow of gliding blue that blended into blooming flowers in the air.
Threads of Water Mana formed a cascading avalanche of blows, blending into the crashing waves of a waterfall and then flowing into the gentle pulsing stream of a small river.
He swallowed the comprehension of one Rune after another; the Laws became sharper and faster in his mind. And then he began to apply the Laws he already had in ways he had never thought to before.
By the time he had exchanged hundreds of blows with Wren's blade, the pillars of gold in the skies still falling in a raining attempt to kill them both, there was no competition.
