Seth's frame swerved left, narrowly evading a flashing streak of a strike. Behind him, space folded and his frame drifted out of range.
Vamel pulled his blade out of the earth. Despite missing his strike, his expression showed no signs of disappointment.
The Treant simply raised his blade and rested it on his shoulders. "You know, you might wield quirks of both space and time, but even that won't save you from the all-encompassing reach of the shadows."
Vamel leaned back into a free fall, to the utter confusion of his foe. His lips formed a sinister smile. Seth watched as the Treant's frame didn't collide with the earth but smoothly sank into a dark, formless void of shadows.
His instincts flared as his Will commanded Chronostasis. Behind his frame, a blade snaked out of his shadow, mired in the dissonance of time—it crawled slowly.
All while Seth pulled on a Dimensional Strider, weaving narrowly.
