In fractions.
Spine Splitter glowed.
The old tongue curved on its edge did so as well.
Just as the ocean touched his body, the sword flew up.
Its hilt flipped, faced Malik, and shot towards his outstretched hand.
The moment his skin and the warm hilt made contact, its reddening white brightened even further, blinding them.
And in that moment—
BOOM.
Malik reappeared behind the shrieker, far from the ocean and metal.
And before he could even turn around, Malik cracked his skull.
He then grabbed his neck and slammed him to the ground.
'Seven.'
His right foot raised.
It fell.
Right on his neck.
Crack!
Breathing out, he kicked the body aside, then slammed both palms against his ears—hard—forcing the damn ringing to stop.
Just in time.
The ocean the Water Jinn had conjured—gone.
Melted back into the ground.
And Malik didn't hesitate.
He stabbed his Spine Splitter forward, arm snapping.
FWOOSH!
A tight burst of fire shot straight at the Void Jinn.
