Wit's words hung in the air like a death sentence, but the cohort had no time to dwell on them.
He finally moved, approaching them with slow steps, hands clasped behind his back.
A blurred Elijah tried to flank him again with his Spectral Scythe ready to strike, wanting to repeat the success of last time.
But Wit saw him from a mile away, sidestepping the attack and slamming his fist into Elijah's chest.
"Bah!"
The force of the blow sent him crashing into a nearby wall, the impact knocking the wind out of him.
He struggled to rise, but the pain radiating through his ribs made it clear he'd be slower from here on out.
"Elijah!"
Aria and Junior screamed, their voices tinged with fear.
She quickly cast Root Surge, and he summoned his second Aetheric Bulwark, protecting the barely standing Elijah.
