Circulating his mana, Poitirus hastened the regrowth of his lost limb, grabbing his spear with both hands, stomping his foot on the water, he glided forward, lashing out with his weapon, each thrust, Loimos replicated in kind, neither of the two opponent landing any hit in this initial clash.
The crystal serving as the tip of his spear shined brightly, infused with a hefty dose of deep water mana, condensed waters gathered all around it, forming a larger and longer point, the water's pressure capable of punching a hole through most materials without even much force put behind a strike.
Loimos let his polearm slide in his hand, until it touched the blade, he deflected the king of the lake, slashing him across the chest, in the next instant, moving to his side, Loimos stuck his back against that of Poitirus, bone spikes erupting from him, skewering the living, raising him off the water before exploding into a showers of shrapnels.
