The battlefield was alive with the cheers and roar of the festivities. What was supposed to have been a one-sided slaughter had somehow turned into a battle that had the entire arena on edge.
DOOOM!
"Ghak!"
Luke was thrown backward, his boots scraping across the arena floor as he caught himself. Without wasting a second, he snapped his fingers.
A concentrated burst erupted in front of him, striking Astfall with enough force to disrupt the momentum of the dragon's advance and briefly jolt his head to the side. Luke immediately seized the opening and hurled his dagger straight at him.
Astfall snickered. Even without thinking, he could see the incoming projectile.
He raised one hand to block it, his mouth already filling with flames as he prepared to return the favor. But then...
"Huh?"
The dagger vanished at the exact moment it was about to connect.
So did the human behind it.
