Zion sighed. "Alright, Plan C."
His aura ignited—golden and wild. The Sword of Forms snapped into twin blades, his movement sharpening into something much more primal. He appeared in front of her with a flash step, his aura crackling.
*Clang*
She blocked—but barely.
His attacks came faster, heavier, bolstered by aura. He switched weapons mid-combo—lance to daggers to flail—pressing her on all sides.
But she adjusted again, biting down, her infernal energy swelling in retaliation.
Zion skidded back, catching his breath. "Persistent," he muttered. "Fine. Plan D."
He raised his hand. A radiant hum filled the air.
Holy power surged from his core, flooding his limbs, his sword now glowing with holy light.
The assassin faltered. Her infernal energy flickered, unstable against the holy radiance. It threw the two off, both of them confused on why infernal energy was losing to holy power, but Zion didn't care and only attacked with more vigor.
