Rushing, surging, whirling through the cavern, Midnight sent the darkness flying, refining her control with each assault. First she unleashed raging claw strikes, followed by ever denser, longer projectiles that required no touch, steered only through her mind — barrages of spears that pierced the air like Yves’ beams of light. It was overwhelming, intoxicating even, to wield all this power.
In her moment of exhilaration and split focus, he caught her. The shadebeast’s claws tore through her neck, severing her form, disrupting her concentration and breaking her creations of darkness. They collided, entwined, darkness rupturing darkness until the shadebeast struck her down. They locked again in deadly struggle; Midnight biting into his skull while struggling against his grip on her throat. With his superior size and strength, he flung her through the air with brutal force — an attack that was, in a fight between natural beasts, meant to snap her neck through erratic movement, to crush her under the pressure of his bite. In their silent struggle, it was his attempt to penetrate her neck completely and tear her in half —
A disc of darkness surged through him from bottom to top, almost rending him in two. As he flung himself to the side, Midnight twisted out of his grasp.
In the most daunting situations, always save one, always hold onto one – One crystal, one fraction of energy, one shard.
She had remembered.
The shadebeast reformed, his darkness swiftly closing the rift. Before he could retaliate, Midnight unleashed another barrage of discs. The shadebeast twisted, recoiled, and evaded her attacks with feral agility. Though she held him at bay, she could not land a direct blow anymore. Even though he was confined to his form, he remained swifter and more agile than Midnight, adapting to her tactics with each passing moment, now reacting to her creations as soon as they took shape.
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