"You actually let them get you," Thalassa quipped snarkily, eliciting a hiss from Nocturne, who had a scowl on his face.
He launched forward again, this time with more intensity and focus.
Himothy met him head-on, creating a shockwave from the impact. They exchanged blow for blow, blurring with immense speed across the entire floor, equally matched.
The scowl on Nocturne's face deepened with each blow Himothy parried. The fact that Himothy could keep up with him baffled him thoroughly. Just seconds ago, he had dominated the Glory bearer in a fight, and yet here he was matching him in every regard.
And it wasn't only him.
Even Thalassa was affected. She attacked from long range, hurling spears and arrows of lightning at the other Transcendents, but her attacks lacked the previous lethality.
With each passing second, the Transcendents adapted, predicting her attacks, matching them. Until eventually, they began to gain the upper hand.
