Alfred lunged, a new spear forming in his hand as he thrust towards Aldren's head.
Aldren sidestepped, the back of his palm, coated in aether, hitting hard against the spear's shaft.
Alfred tumbled sideways from the displacement.
That was all Aldren needed. His body was coated in a thin sheen of aether that clung to him like a second skin.
His leg lashed out, smashing hard against Alfred's chest.
Alfred was sent flying, his body tearing through the air.
Aldren's knee coiled, then he sprang forward.
Boom.
The earth beneath cracked, fissures spreading outward as Aldren smashed Alfred's head into the ground.
Aldren raised his hands, locking them together as he brought them down towards Alfred's head.
A sharp whistle tore from above.
Blood splattered to the floor as an orange dagger made from aether pierced through Aldren's shoulder.
