They moved in a flash. One clanging strike after another came in endless waves.
The crimson ribbons wrapped around Raan's body as though an ornament rather than an Echo. But Theron's senses could feel them tightening and loosening in relation to one another, some pulling and others pushing.
Raan's body seemed to have become the puppet of his Echo, and his speed, strength, agility, and power—every other one that same side of the coin of another—all skyrocketed.
But there was something that left all of the spectators floored, a realization buried deep within themselves that they were being forced to contend with now—a reality they couldn't ignore.
Just how was Theron keeping up?
The answer was becoming quickly obvious.
Raan had used his Reflection Law at the very start, seemingly thinking he'd be able to end the battle in an instant and go about the rest of his day.
But since then? He hadn't used a single Law again.
Theron, however…?
