The impact split the street.
Lucien's attack detonated against the monster's body in a compressed burst of force, water unraveling at the last second into a violent spiral that tore into it from multiple angles.
For a moment, it worked.
The creature staggered. Its frame cracked along one side, something dark and viscous spilling from the wound as it let out a distorted, echoing roar. Lucien didn't stop, he couldn't afford to. His eyes locked in, glowing brighter and brighter as the energy around him crystallized.
Water snapped back into formation, reforming around him as he pressed forward again, chaining one attack into the next. Each strike carried weight. Precision and control refined down to the smallest movement.
He adapted, and shifted and pushed on because that was what he needed to do. Lucien Saint-James was a force to be reckoned with and being that powerful force meant going on even when victory wasn't guaranteed, even when loss was eminent.
