Izraz fell, his small eyes fixed on the figure above him. Khan calmly watched the Thilku while hovering high in the sky. The exchange didn't inflict much damage to either warrior, but both knew what it meant.
A loud thudding noise spread through the area when Izraz crashed on the metal floor. His weight and accumulated momentum bent the surface, digging a humanoid shape into it. Yet, the alien quickly adjusted his position, standing up and resuming his look at his opponent.
Khan lingered in the air a bit longer before slowly moving toward his opponent. He performed clear steps as if descending from an invisible staircase. The air looked solid under his feet, enhancing the mystical aura around him.
The troops couldn't divert their gaze from Khan. They had checked their leader's condition, but Khan had immediately reclaimed their attention. The mana had enabled wonders, but Khan seemed to wield proper magic. His every move exuded grace, and his power looked overwhelming.
