Nox took off first, already carrying the weight, weaving through the new obstacles Lyra had added. They were tighter now, placed in awkward spots that forced him to think while moving.
"Why is this worse than yesterday?" she shouted as he ducked past a swinging bar.
Arthur didn't answer.
He was already moving.
Fire gathered in his palm and he sent it forward without hesitation. Not wild, not reckless. Controlled.
But still heavy.
"Move, Nox!" Arthur called out.
"I am moving!" Nox snapped back, barely slipping past another attack.
Selene wasn't standing still anymore.
That was the biggest change.
Yesterday she practiced not staying in one place buy today she moved with more purpose, adjusting her position, cutting off angles.
Her shots came faster.
Cleaner.
"Left!" she called.
As a sharp strike flew toward Nox from a blind angle.
He barely saw it.
Althea reacted first.
A soft glow spread from her hands and wrapped around Nox just before the hit landed.
