In front of the might of an Immortal, Alex stood alone. All sounds were lost to him, all sight blinded by the brilliant lightning. A tempest of wind and aura buffeted around him, daring to whip him around like a rag doll in a storm.
But he stood still and his focus was all on his sword.
He was given enough time by Sarah, and he used all of it. Even as the attack came, even as every fiber of his being told him the world around him was being torn apart, he still stood there, doing his best to compress as much Qi and Sword Aura as he could into this one strike.
Then, he released it.
A thin black splinter appeared in the space before him where the attack passed through, shown clearly by the bright bolt of lightning that was making its way toward him.
