Noah stood in the center of the small, dimly lit sitting room, his chest heaving slightly as he locked eyes with the small black dragon perched on the tattered sofa.
He wiped a stray strand of white hair from his forehead, a determined glint appearing in his icy blue eyes.
"Don't think you can escape from me," Noah chuckled, his voice low and resonant in the quiet house.
He shifted his weight into a low stance, and a sharp, audible pop filled the air as his legs began crackling with lightning.
Tiny arcs of blue and white electricity danced around his calves and ankles, smelling of ozone and raw power.
He was no longer moving as a mere human; he was utilizing the fundamental essence of his Master Magus rank to enhance his physical limits.
With a sudden, explosive burst of speed, he lunged at Kael again.
He was a blur of white and blue, closing the distance between the center of the room and the sofa in a fraction of a heartbeat.
