The Ashbound Champion moved with poised intensity, his fingers tightening around the haft of his scorched spear as Ivan shot forward—wings flaring wide with a whip of wind, his approach a blur of heat and fury.
"Let's see how much heat you can handle!"
Ivan laughed, dragonfire swirling around his sword as he swung in a blazing arc. The Champion reacted fast, snapping his shield up just in time. Sparks flew as steel met runed bronze, the clang of impact echoing through the crater.
Before the smoke cleared, Lucian was already in motion—dashing past them, boots skimming the cracked ground. In one fluid leap, he vaulted onto the Champion's back and halted, smirking as shadows pooled around his halberd.
"Gotta do better than that, Prince."
His tone was teasing, but his glowing eyes told a different story—focused, calculating. The halberd shimmered, dark energy coiling tighter around its edges.
The Champion gave a sharp, unimpressed laugh.
"You two fight like beginners."
