The storm fell...
Every blade came down at once, screaming as they tore through the air and crashed into the dome in a relentless barrage, one after another, then three at once, then ten, then all of them in a cascading storm that turned the screens white and gray with dust and impact flashes as the dome shuddered again and again under the assault.
Chunks of stone flew outward while the whole arena reverberated with each strike.
"He's trying to break through the defense first," Lyra said, her voice low and thoughtful. "He doesn't want to get close while that earth construct is still stable."
Mira nodded. "And the other one knows it, that's why he's not chasing."
Elion didn't answer, but he agreed, because every move in this fight had purpose; there was no wasted energy, no flashy nonsense for the sake of the crowd, even the spectacular parts served a real function.
Then the dome cracked.
