Max's daggers thrust forward uninterrupted, one aimed at his neck, the other at his head.
Air.
The dagger's sliced through plain air.
As if expecting that to happen, Max stomped his foot hard on the floor, creating a tremor that swept through the entire field.
On the floor, Zain's tiny form staggered from the tremor.
He looked up, at Max's massive foot, already descending for the second time.
Zain rolled, the foot cratering the earth where he stood a breath before.
He stood up almost immediately, shooting upward as his body expanded back to fill size mid leap.
He drove his sword towards Max's jaw.
Max tilted his head, the blade slicing the empty space his head once was.
He grabbed Zain's wrist before he could pull it back.
Space wrapped around the grip, the air around Zain's arm compressing inward.
Thought took over as Zain shrunk his arm to nothing before the space could fully fold.
He leapt back, a few meters to create space.
Max was already there.
