Clark spread his wings wide, the dark feathers glinting faintly under the moonlight. With a firm push, he flapped them hard and lifted himself higher. As the wind picked up around him, his eyes remained locked on Liam standing below.
"I still have the advantage of flight," Clark murmured to himself, feeling the air shift as he rose higher. "If I use it right… I can dominate this fight."
He dove.
With precision and speed, Clark zipped toward Liam, slicing through the air like a bullet. The moment he got close enough, he pulled his wings forward and clapped them together—one violent, thunderous flap that sent a sonic wave in all directions. The gust struck Liam straight in the chest.
The blast pushed Liam backward, dust and debris swirling around him as his boots slid against the dirt.
Clark narrowed his eyes as the dust settled. Liam had only moved… two steps.
"Two steps?!" Clark growled. "Are you kidding me?!"
