Chapter 85 - 84 Combat (2)
Freya floated in the air, her head tilted toward the sky. Dark clouds churned above like a living storm, responding to her call. The cyclone twisted tighter, darker, then a blinding lightning cracked across the sky.
She screamed a raw, piercing sound, and hurled both hands downward.
A bolt of pure lightning tore through the clouds, ripping toward Nathan with terrifying force.
Gasps echoed.
Nathan widened his stance, his cyclone intensifying, spinning so fast it carved into the ground beneath him. He crossed his arms and growled, then thrust them outward. The cyclone expanded, catching the lightning mid-air.
The impact created a thunderous shockwave that blasted dust and energy across the field. Some of the new students screamed, shielding their faces. A few were knocked off their feet from the sheer pressure. But the old students stood still, as if it was a mere breeze.
When the smoke cleared, Freya was hovering in the air, panting. Nathan knelt, one palm braced against the dirt, a trickle of blood running from his nose.
"You’re strong," he muttered. "But I’m not weak."
Freya didn’t respond. She raised her hand again, her eyes glowing dangerously. Another strike? Olivia narrowed her eyes from the crowd. If Freya used that much power again, she might break the no-critical-damage rule. Olivia scoffed. Of course, her sister would do anything to win. Who was she kidding?
Nathan charged forward, riding on a blast of wind. Freya met him in mid-air, lightning wrapped around her fists. The two clashed—wind against lightning—then crackling energy spilled in every direction.
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