The air around the King shifted, growing heavy and oppressive. The coin in his hand flared briefly, but he didn't use it. Instead, he moved faster than before, his strikes now laced with an energy that crackled and burned. Rui-Chai's composure wavered slightly as he deflected blow after blow, his movements slowing under the onslaught.
And then, with a sudden burst of force, the King landed a direct hit. Rui-Chai was thrown backward, slamming into the far wall with enough force to crack it. He fell to one knee, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Ty leaned forward, his fists tightening. "Get up," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Rui-Chai rose slowly, his breaths labored but steady. He wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving the King. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice quiet but firm.
Threxian's lips curled into a snarl. He raised his hand, gathering energy for a final blow.
"Enough."
