'Alright, let's be smarter this time...' Will told himself, returning to his body to manually tear free from his earth and silica cocoon. Sefira could clearly react to his near-instantaneous movement, but if he utilized it defensively and kept his distance, he could at least distract her.
With such thoughts in mind, the skin across Will's body gained a matte, carbon-black sheen except at his joints. Immediately after, pale golden cracks spread across his forearms as his palms and the tattoos covering his body emitted intense heat—so much so that he unequipped Leshien's gauntlet to ensure it wouldn't suffer damage or catch fire as his Lightning-infused palms, in particular, heated to nearly 50,000 degrees.
