A blur of crackling electricity shot across the chamber, and before Jacob could blink, a lightning-fast punch slammed into his side, catching him completely off guard.
But still, his reaction speed was extremely terrifying. He barely managed to brace himself, throwing his arms up just in time to absorb the shockwave, but the force still sent him skidding back. The air hissed as static energy cracked around him, and his arm bones ached, burning from the impact.
"He wants to fight?!" Jacob hissed, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of the Wisp, already preparing for another strike.
The Wisp of Capricorn was relentless, its form flickering in and out of view like a phantom born of thunder. Each movement was accompanied by the sound of the storm itself—booming cracks of lightning and the low rumble of distant thunder. It attacked again, this time faster, aiming for Jacob's chest.
