It released a thin arc of heavenly force that cracked Luke's blade line open and forced him to retreat. The air around Renan shone with pale silver light, then darkened at the edges as he layered more power into the defense.
Rather than an ordinary block, it condensed to create a pressure field, a celestial barrier shaped from his own Grace. The power of it shoved Luke's next advance wide before the attack could connect.
Luke gritted his teeth and changed tactics again.
The lightning warhammer appeared in his hands, its head crackling with golden electricity, and the change in weight almost dragged him off balance before he compensated.
He hefted it with both arms and swung hard enough that the strike tore a trail of electric light through the air. Renan crossed Black Gale to catch it, but the impact thundered through the arena, forcing the Specialist's boots to grind into the floor.
THRAKOOOOM!
A burst of static and orange smoke exploded at the point of contact.
