When the light faded, Kael stood untouched, his shield dissipating like smoke. He dusted off his armor, his expression one of mild irritation.
"Impressive," Kael said. "But you'll need more than flashy tricks to win."
"Good thing I've got plenty more," Aiden replied, his blade shimmering as he infused it with raw power.
Kael didn't give him the chance to strike. With a wave of his hand, shadows erupted from the ground, coiling around Aiden like living chains. They moved with unnatural speed, latching onto his arms and legs, their grip icy and unyielding.
Aiden struggled against the bindings, his blade slicing through several of the shadowy tendrils, but more kept coming, pulling him down. Kael approached slowly, his movements deliberate.