Lyra and Lyco froze, their gazes locked like predators gauging their next attack. The air between them crystallized, charged with their mutual electricity. All around them, pools of water bubbled under Lyra's energy, while cracks in the ground spat out sparks of destructive force. The smell of ozone and scorched earth scratched the throat.
With a hoarse, forgelike sigh, Lyco lunged forward. Dark energy gushed from his fists, a viscous darkness that sucked in the light, creating pools of momentary vacuum. Columns of destruction erupted from the ground like titan claws, chasing Lyra as he unleashed chaotic blows. The wind howled against the raw violence.
