CLAP! Zz-Zzrch! C-C-Crunch!
Hearing the resounding clap of the Lightning Lord, Kerrov reacted instantaneously.
All lightning coating his greatsword dispersed that second and he let Elder Aagon escape without further pursuit. At the same time, Kerrov lowered his shooting finger, curving that tremendous blast of lighting into the stone stage instead of Elder Onark.
The fighting stage cracked and crumbled under the power of that rampant bolt of blue lightning.
Each spectator was left with a blown-away gaze. Almost everyone's heads were tilted backward in bewilderment. They were unsure if what they'd just witnessed was reality.
… Clap, clap, clap!
When the dust cleared, Tiberius resumed clapping. He hopped onto the edge of the stage, avoiding the hole near the middle.
