Gavren's expression flickered when he saw Sylas' action before it returned to normal. But this was still all the confirmation Sylas needed to know what was going on.
The spear of Ragnar's right-hand man shot forward and suddenly multiplied, forming a net that made it look like he was trying to hold Sylas back.
With a sudden acceleration, Sylas' pauldrons flared with life. His mirror image vanished, its services no longer necessary. He freed up more aspects of his mind, and his Will pressed down onto Gavren, shredding the illusion of his spears apart.
Sylas' body swayed oddly, and an undetectable burst of ice appeared beneath his feet, sending him flashing to the side in a way that shouldn't have been possible.
Gavren didn't have the time to understand how Sylas could both be dodging and still accelerating at the same time. He tried to pull his spear back to defend, this time a light of panic flickering in his eyes, but Sylas' fist was too fast.
