Leon ducked and countered with a golden-threaded Shell Pulse punch to the gut—but Raskhaal didn't even flinch.
"Too slow!" the champion roared, swinging again.
Leon took the hit, used Shell Reverb to absorb and store the energy—but Raskhaal grabbed him mid-air, suplexed him into the obsidian.
Pain blossomed through Leon's back as cracks spidered from the crater.
"Your technique is refined," Raskhaal snarled, stomping toward him. "But your body isn't ready for the furnace."
Leon coughed, rolled aside, and let Destruction Thread coil into his limbs. Time to escalate.
He clapped his hands together—energy igniting like a sonic boom.
Shell Reverb: Tripart Echo.
Three versions of the same strike echoed—past, present, and predicted future. Raskhaal was rocked back by the sudden convergence of impacts. It was the first time he lost ground.
