Joryk's eyes widened as Lassim's halberd began its descent. The swirling tempest that had gathered above condensed into the weapon's edge, a vortex of pure fused mana—lightning, water, and spatial energy—whipping the air into a frenzy.
Every breath in the arena got stuck in their throats as Lassim struck downward.
The raging storm, filled with the cute but terrifying lightning sprite fish, crashed against Joryk with a deafening series of thunderclaps. The shockwave rippled outward and causing the arena's protective barriers to shudder violently. It held firm, but the vibrations made the crowd freeze, especially the nobles in their box seats.
The force drove Joryk into the ground, his knees buckling under the sheer weight of the attack. His already-battered [Fortress] shattered completely, the metallic sheen fading into nothing as his metallic mana reserves ran dry.