Something Else

Aerchon's blade carved through the air. Silver light trailing behind each pf his attack. His movements were sharp and relentless. His attacks fueled by a rising storm of energy and rage that burned like a silver flame around his body. 

The aura flared brighter with each moment, his rage intensifying as he pressed forward without hesitation.

Laston, however, remained eerily composed. His own silver aura now looks darkened to an almost metallic gray, pulsed with a cold energy that strangely familiar with Elf Magic but also very different. 

Every one of Aerchon's blows was met with precise deflections. Laston using his cybernetic arm to absorbing the impact. Sparks flew as metal clashed against enchanted steel, the room around them suffering the consequences of their battle.