Jared met the charge unflinching. With a subtle flick, the notion-blade in his palm scattered into countless translucent shards that spun together, weaving a whirling vortex of sword intent before him.
Fist met vortex. The collision cracked the silence open, a thunderclap that shook loose stones from the ground and twisted the very air.
Both figures were hurled backward by the shockwave Jared slid three steps and halted, cloak billowing.
Enaricus skidded dozens, knees buckling as fresh blood seeped through reopened wounds, and his face drained ghost, white.
Gasps rippled through the onlookers. "The Third Hall overlord is bleeding!"
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