The older woman knew Ethan was fast, so she began whipping her weapon in a circular motion, creating a defensive barrier around herself.
Ethan tried several times to break through but was repeatedly blocked. During one attempt, the tip of her whip grazed his arm, sending a searing, burning pain through him.
The combination of icy cold and burning heat was baffling. What kind of ability was this?
For the first time, Ethan's prized speed was being countered—by what felt like a damn porcupine.
Meanwhile, Evelyn and Ryan, who had been standing still, were now just spectators.
"Brother's getting wrecked! Why don't you go help him?" Evelyn pushed Ryan from behind.
"I… I don't fight…" Ryan stammered awkwardly.
Evelyn facepalmed, exasperated.