Amros soon snapped out of his shock, though, and he pushed back, his armor glowing light.
He brought his hand down above Vacuse, but he twisted away with nimble movement, his own hand snapping out in a punch that slammed into the side of his armor with a solid twack that snapped Amros's head back a little.
But Amros was not going to allow himself to be humiliated so easily. His armor ripped, and spikes jutted out, shooting forward like arrows.
Vacuse flinched back.
He released his void threads, and they whipped the air, cutting down the spikes.
Unfortunately, some of the spikes were shining with a silver glow and were difficult to cut down. Vacuse was forced to start twisting to avoid them.
"...ah... you've made a mistake..." Rith sounded smug.
Vacuse felt an intense moment of danger, but it was already too late.
Amros was already beside him, a punch aimed at his side. "You should never take your eyes off your enemy, my Lord!"
"...Fuck!..."
