The moment fist met lance, a titanic implosion erupted with warping force and might, slamming into both parties. A sinkhole tore open beneath them, the resulting attack erupting with enough force to erase everything within a three hundred thousand kilometres radius. Sound collapsed, air collapsed, the wind screamed, and space shredded. The clouds above were ripped apart.
As the impact tore into both of them, they allowed themselves to move with the blast, their bodies streaking backwards, their eyes and senses never leaving the other.
The gauntlet around Vellamira's left fist vanished the next instant, as she wasn't a hand-to-hand martial artist. Her fans vanished from their positions and reappeared in her hands, their sizes already shrinking to normal. She stepped into the air like it were a solid platform. Treating it like some sort of trampoline, she shot forward towards Yveric in a burst of motion.
