Rhys rotated in the opposite direction and extended a spinning back kick powered by wind magic acceleration and his contracted state's increased strength.
The heel connected with Byron's ribs on the right side.
More ribs cracked.
The sound was audible to the entire stadium. This time, the fracture pattern was different.
These ribs did not merely crack; they splintered completely. The force of the impact drove Byron sideways, his body folding around the impact point, his arms wrapping instinctively around his damaged torso.
Byron attempted to move backward, to create distance, to recover from the assault that had transformed into systematic destruction.
Rhys pursued relentlessly like a rabid dog that refuses to stop.
He moved with the flowing grace of someone in complete control of his body and his environment.
His wind magic propelled each step. His water magic flowed around him in defensive patterns, creating barriers against any counterattack Byron might attempt.
