Hitryel guarded his head against the right hook thrown by the bigger opponent, parrying the left that came after it, following it up by a knee to the side. The skyguard remained unshaken, his Ethersurge eating up the damage of the blow.
Eyes on the pouch of gemspheres, Hitryel tried to get closer with his hands up high. The skyguard broke the exchange, creating distance between them. Hitryel exhaled, lowering his guard, eyes locked onto his target—the pouch.
Multicolored glowing particles streamed out of it, fueling the skyguard's Surge. Since the start of their fight, Hitryel hadn't dealt a fatal blow; he had his focus on the source of the helmeted man's power instead.
'Those spheres have to be running out of Ether by now.' Hitryel moved his eyes up. 'If this is about endurance, you have no shot.' He glanced to the side and immediately doubted if he could let that happen.
