Trick took a step back, his eyes flickering in stupefaction and his face creasing to form a befuddled scowl as he watched the dust clear, revealing an incomprehensible sight.
"How?" Trick asked in a rhetorical manner, voicing out the prime question which hung in his mind.
His crimson eyes gleamed in disbelief and the hair atop his body stood erect as a violent war sprung forth within his mind.
Each thought clashing their swords against one another as they fought one against the other, trying to deny the very action that just played out before Trick's very eyes.
'Are you kidding me?'
Trick thought as he stared at the masking clouds of dust fully clear out.
'This shouldn't be possible.'
Trick clenched his fist into a tight squeeze as he saw the last vestiges of Astarvan's blast wilt out of the air like a snuffled out candle of flames.
