Click.
Eira clicked her tongue.
She was hovering twenty feet up on a frost-disc of her own assembly, eyes regarding him with the patient teeth fully out.
"Master."
Her voice was pleasant.
"Stop. Fucking. Relying. On. Just. Your. Physical. Strength."
He spat blood. It arced. Landed on the cracked stone beside his knee.
"I'm working on it."
"You have Void-Ice, master. Fucking. Use it. Reach inside of you. Command what is rightfully yours."
"I can't —"
"You can. You are choosing not to. The second one is on you in a beat, master, I'd recommend solving the difference."
He reached inward.
The Void-Ice element seated in his chest returned the same patient dismissal it had been returning for the past hour and forty-three minutes.
He could ice his daggers.
He could command a small frost cloud and conjure a few other thing but that was the ceiling of his current limit.
Nothing he could use for this fight.
The second Titan's kick was already coming.
Phei grinned.
