Before he could move, he heard it—the whistle of something cutting through the air.
Instinct roared. Malik twisted his body just as a barrage of ice spears had reached him.
He barely managed to dodge, but one sliced past his shoulder, another skimming his ribs. The impact sent a violent shudder through his frame, cold biting into his flesh.
Malik blinked, his eyes now glowing gold.
'Sahir... Ice element. This is it.'
Of course. The fucker had been waiting for this moment.
A fucker that he knew. A fucker that began his last tragedy.
"Ah... man."
Malik's lips curled back.
"You shouldn't have done that."
He kicked off the ground, fire flaring from his hands.
The burst propelled him forward like a rocket, closing the gap between him and his now-visible attacker nearly in an instant.
He swung his dark red sword in a wide arc—
Whoosh!
—but the Sahir moved fast.
A wall of ice had erupted between them, forcing Malik to pull back just before impact.
