Kaminari's eyes twitched. He could feel the electromagnetic swirl — an impossible storm in the atoms around Svetlana's outstretched palms. His voice came out cracked. "She's shifting the vectors before they're even born. This is… insane."
Arata didn't care. He surged forward again — feet hammering the floor. Every step sent the ground fracturing. Svetlana spun her Reality Rotation, warping a massive pipe overhead. It folded midair — Arata ducked, grabbed the rotating metal like a lever, and flung himself past it. A sliver of steel grazed his ribs — blood splashed but he didn't stop.
She hissed — "You're stubborn—!"
"Damn right," Arata snarled. He closed the distance — an elbow slammed toward her collarbone. Svetlana twisted, her blessing flickering as she displaced backward five meters — but Arata hit the rotation flow again. His copied memory of her blessing let him break through the swirl. He punched through the whirlpool, grazing her temple.
