The only path forward was the crudest. He lunged with menace and carried not the slightest hint of hesitation with him.
His C-Class claws seemed to swipe at the wind lances curling through the air until his arm suddenly came to a strong stop. As though a loaded spring, his arm erupted, Lurker's Godsfall coating him as he swapped from a sweeping momentum to a strong thrust.
His sabers and the lances met.
BOOM!
Zarek felt as though his entire arm turned to ash. It was flung back, the elasticity of his Lurker's Godsfall and the fact it too was C-Class being the only things that kept his tendons from ripping apart.
He crossed the shield over his chest as the lance shattered into sparks of wind blades. The air around became a vortex of whirling violence, and Zarek felt like his skin was being shredded apart.
