The fist rocketed forward, knuckles wrapped in crackling lightning, the air compressing with the speed.
Of course, Void countered with a wall made completely of blood, blocking the attack. The barrier rose swiftly, viscous and unyielding, absorbing the punch with a wet thud that sent ripples across its surface.
"Quite the smart way to repel the hypnosis," Void muttered, easily seeing through the orc's method.
Admiration tinged his tone, his mind piecing together the instinctive counter amid the chaos.
Using the lightning to send a jolt of shock to his brain broke the hypnosis.
It was fascinating for Void, because the action was subconscious and involuntary, a natural defense woven into the orc's elemental affinity.
"I knew I would always meet people like you," the orc replied, his gaze fixed on Void.
Wariness crept into his stance, breaths steadying as he reassessed his foe under the starry canopy.
