The world roared with every clash. At least to her ear drums, it sounded like it.
Each strike against the lightning boy sent shockwaves through the ruined school—tremors that cracked the foundation beneath their feet. Rubble hovered mid-air before collapsing, caught in the static storm spinning around them.
Lunethra did not flinch.
Her blade shimmered—a thin arc of refined silver. The moment it left its sheath, the air cut itself. The silence before a flash flood.
She moved like finality.
The lightning boy grinned like a devil wrapped in thunder. Every movement of his sparked light across his skin, arcs crackling like hungry veins across steel. His feet didn't touch the ground anymore. He danced on currents, floated between strikes like a phantom.
Even she was surprised at this, it wasn't everyday you get to see a grade 2 so attuned to his element, hell even her senior sister as powerful as she is was at grade three before she could demonstrate this level of attunement.
