The Wretch vs. Lung 3

Water splashed Lung, and water became stone. I flew at him, catching a large piece of rubble on the way. My aim was to fly by him, to smack him with two or three hundred pounds of concrete. Then I saw the blade of silver carving its way through the air, leaving a trail behind it, as it left its mark on smoke particles, making them more prone to splitting.

It caught Lung across the belly, and I closed in, ready to deliver the final blow.

Lung leaped up, wings flapping.

Disappearing into the smoke and darkness.

I flew after him.

By the time I found him, the mark on his stomach was gone. He cast flame down toward the ground, and this time there was no reason for the pharmacist to extinguish it.

To distract him, I flew at him. I used my aura, and it touched the purple fire on the ground. Where Lung's fire extended down, purple fire raced back up, cascading up the trails left behind each blast, climbing higher, higher, expanding as I fed it with my aura, until he had to stop for a moment to let it all dissipate.

Then I had his focus. Two spears and one stalagmite of rock floated in the air beside me, gripped by invisible hands. One was gripped so tight it was going to break in the middle.

- Gleaming 9.11