Impossible (1)

A beam of light shot out, piercing toward Sylas with harrowing speed. It felt as though Lorien wanted to end this as quickly as possible.

And she was right to do so.

Every step until now, it was them giving Sylas a lull that allowed him to reverse the situation. This time, she didn't plan on giving the breathing room at all.

Her pink mist solidified into a long, whipping line that lacked any sort of flexibility at all. It shot across the bowel of the empty world, appearing so fast that Sylas could hardly react to it at all…

Or so it seemed.

In an instant, the piercing line was at Sylas' throat.

CHI.

A violet wreathed arm reached out and caught the line of pink out of the air. Sparks flew and Sylas' avatar was pushed a heavy step back, the line even cutting into his throat somewhat…

But no further.