Chapter 374: Statement
A streak of black energy carved across the arena. Ursa’s eyes only had a moment to widen before it was upon him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, the humming fragments of his armor screaming through the air back toward him — but they weren’t fast enough.
Metal screeched as something carved deep into Ursa’s armguards, carving through the glossy white metal like it was nothing but paper. The air before him flickered. For the briefest moment, a hazy patch roughly the shape of a person was just barely visible before him.
Then it was gone.
The fragments of Ursa’s armor slammed back into place, cutting through the air where the distortion had been. He took a staggering step back as blood started to drip from deep gouges in his arms and his eyes darted around.
“What was that?” Ursa demanded, snapping his fingers. Several fragments split away from his armor and howled through the air around him, trying to slice the invisible attacker, but they met with nothing.
Art didn’t respond. His teeth were clenched so tightly that his jaw ached. Every single second that ticked by mattered. They weren’t just passing. They were being spent.
Stop playing around. Finish him!
He didn’t dare voice his thoughts. Rushing ahead, as tempting as it was, could end up throwing away everything they were working for. Ursa had to be dealt with methodically. And, in the end, Vix knew what she was doing.
Another streak of black cut through the air. Ursa twisted to the side, but no matter how much armor he wore, the man was still a mage, not a warrior. He hadn’t trained extensively for close combat.