The Dark Prince Descends(III): Currents In Moscow

Anton and I were circling each other like a pair of wild wolves, each observing the other person and looking for an opening to attack. In the case of Anton, he's a little mere relaxed than I was, which was understandable seeing as he had the ability to create barriers out of thin air, in fact a power of any sort would give him an edge over me regardless of how fast or strong I was, so quite frankly I had all of my attention on this fight.

I moved forwards throwing a right hook that Anton dodged by taking a step back, the punch over extended me as my body was bent to one side and my shoulders were facing Anton. I pushed off the balls of my feet, only to unceremoniously slam into his green barrier, there was a dull thud as Anton was not even shaken a little bit. After I lost contact with the barrier, it pulsed for a second and then released a shockwave that pushed me backwards, making my feet skid across the tiled floor and releasing squeaking sounds in the process.