Ethan's POV
The chains retracting from my palms coiled tightly around my arms, solidifying into gauntlets that radiated dark energy. The faint glow of black runes etched along their surface flickered ominously.
I crossed my arms in front of me bracing for the onslaught. The crimson shadow's claws came at me with relentless fury each slash precise and calculated to strike vital points.
Sparks flew as claws met the chains, the metallic screech reverberating through the night. With every clash fragments of my chains chipped away but they regenerated quickly and the tension mounted as I absorbed the attacks.
Despite the unrelenting pressure, I kept my composure. My mind was a machine of precision each movement calculated.
I maneuvered with intent to draw the fight toward the ground where my surroundings could be used to my advantage.
