"You're going to have to try harder than that," Aku said in a murmur, barely audible over the noise of energy and impacts. His words were dry, short, without emotion, simply an observation comment.
Antony frowned and charged his next attack. This time, the combination of brambles and fire converged at a single point, seeking a definitive break in Aku's defense. The attack's pressure was felt even at distance, the condensed energy forming a tangible weight that made the surrounding air vibrate.
Aku retreated slightly, deflecting the brambles with fluid movements, but each Azoth impulse began requiring more concentration, more precision.
His liquid and dense tentacles crashed against the fire and brambles, undoing them, but the attack 's force was increasing.
From the stands, Gerald exhaled forcefully, adjusting his glasses and murmuring something unintelligible, while Bīng Xuě leaned forward, enjoying the combat 's tension.
