Chapter 63: Bully boy
Jasper knew danger when he saw one, and that undead he was looking at was the definition of one. He smiled even as cold sweat tickled his spine. "I don’t want that thing to near me."
He brought his two hands together as if he wanted to clap. He turned the hands into a hooking shape and then he ripped his hands apart. "Render!"
A sharp crack sounded in the air like the splitting of a tree branch.
Suddenly, the space above and below Spartacus warped, turning twisted and distorted. The space above and below had collapsed at the same time, pulling him in different directions.
Jasper sneered. His forehead was dripping with sweat, but he was smiling. His hands trembled slightly. "That’s one of my most powerful moves. Do you think you can withstand it?"
Riven stood unmoving, his face seemingly carved from stone, but inside he was raging, and his rage, together with his aura, poured down the connection into Spartacus. "Withstand? I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to spoil your face."
He said it calmly, as if he was talking about the weather.
Spartacus’s muscles, his abdomen, shook and trembled as he was getting pulled in two directions with a force strong enough to tear him into two.
Thick veins appeared all around his body as he began to fold himself. Spartacus began to bend, moving his body into a crouching position and then folding it into a ball.
He did it so fast too, as if it was of little difficulty.