Eratz's hands shone brighter, pulling in pure energy from the very air itself.
The light emanating from his fingers seemed to draw Cinderblaze's fire towards him, thin trails of flame twisting and curling as they were siphoned away.
Cinderblaze's confident smirk faltered for the first time. It flinched, its eyes narrowing, and took a wary step back, the mocking bravado momentarily replaced with a flash of concern.
Eratz, noticing the shift, gave a small, taunting grin. He flexed his fingers, the light intensifying, a swirl of raw power coiling around his fists like serpents.
"What's the matter?" Eratz called out, his voice steady and daring. "I'm faster than you. If you've got something left, you'd better use it now. This is your chance to touch me before I start using lightning."
Cinderblaze's expression twisted into a scowl, its fiery eyes narrowing to slits.
