The cavern groaned, drawing the attention of the three as the ceiling was lower with the walls closing in. They had minutes, maybe less.
Rhys looked at Lyssa. Lyssa looked at Rhys. Some communication passed between them, some understanding that Elias could not follow.
"One more," Rhys said. "You have passed through Lyssa, but not me."
"I am no longer just surviving for a few minutes? Fine," Elias braced himself. "One more."
Rhys smiled, and he attacked, not moving through shadows, almost as if he had burned himself out by touching the old shadows in this place.
He came at Elias with a flurry of strikes that seemed to have no pattern, rhythm, or tell, but there was no need for rhythm, when he was moving faster than anyone that Elias had fought, however, what made this attack to be much dangerous was that Elias was aware that the appearance that there was no rhythm to Rhys's attack was a lie.
