Nero pushed against the mace with all his strength, his sword glowing as he channeled more mana into it while he moved forward straight into the incoming spikes.
Nero jumped onto the incoming airborne spike, pushing it, off course, as he used it to move forward, covering the distance in a flash, his left knee meeting the grinning face as he used his left hand to delay Thalos from punching him in the side.
He landed the second strike but, a moment later, received a punch that felt like a hammer to his left, barely defending himself using his left arm as a shield.
He flipped in the air and landed on his feet; his jaw clenched to deal with the pain as his left arm hung loosely to his side, his elbow twisted at an angle, clearly dislocated, his fair skin growing darker by the moment from the concentration of blood.
