When Leonel finally slowed enough to be tracked by the naked eye, he was wreathed in a radiant blue. However, that only lasted for the smallest instant of time before all anyone could see was a blinding gold.
Micrath's pupils constricted, the tip of Leonel's spear appearing larger and larger in his eyes. He couldn't help but notice that Leonel had crossed his domain without the slightest hindrance, entirely unmoved by his aura of cold.
Reacting quickly, Micarth formed a seal with his left hand, causing a shield of ice to appear before him in less than a fraction of a moment. However, as soon as it appeared, it was pierced through, the residual Spear Force sending Micarth flying into the distance.
Everywhere his body passed space sparkled and the fog froze into icicles, even the wind itself seemed to condense, only to be smashed through by his momentum in the next instant.
Leonel's feet lightly touched down, his Divine Armor shimmering.
