Relic of the Future: Chapter 87

Amber followed the sound with her attack, slamming her howling gale into his weapon and cracking it against the wall. Had her attacks been quieter or had she waited, she might have heard his footsteps, but wind and lightning were by their very nature loud attacks. His footsteps went unnoticed, coming in closer in the dark.

It was the reflection of light on his sword that clued her in. The brief glimmer he couldn't avoid. Her hand shifted to face him, energy swirling around it. He cut down toward it, aiming if not to sever her fingers, then at least deflect the attack away. At the same time, he shifted right, ready to abandon the assault and get out the way of whatever came.

Lightning. Shit. Aura or not, however many volts entering your system could still be an impediment, if not fatal. Twisting on his heel, he pivoted just enough to get out the way. His skin burned from the stream of lightning pulsing only a few inches by. Electricity jumped, his tired mind warned, but whether it was that this was controlled or just a facet of her power, it didn't cross the tiny gap to strike him.

—Relic of the Future: Chapter 87