Flow

Tyron was surprised by the burst of speed shown him, and he barely managed to block the first few, but his massive war hammer was too slow to keep up with the relentless assault.

"Damm!"

He staggered, feeling the sting of each strike as they gazed at him, inflicting small wounds throughout his body.

Ash didn't stop.

He used Star Constellation Steps to his limit and used them with his Myriad manifestation eyes; his already unpredictable movements changed into more mysterious moves as he wove around Tyron like a phantom.

'Where is he?!' Tyron barely caught sight of Ash disappearing from his vision.

He felt every breath even small rhythm of Tyron and used his prediction ability to move in such coordinated way even though the difference in speed between them wasn't much Tyron still felt like a snail in front of him.

Tyron's instincts screamed at him—danger.

But he couldn't see the attack coming.

BAM!