They broke their lock, creating a gap between themselves.
Both sides were at a standstill.
But it did not last long.
Levi held his sword steady, bringing the blade up until it was higher than his face.
Flames erupted along the sword's edge, condensing into a thick liquid-like substance.
Patrick lunged, delivering a kick toward Levi's head.
Levi's head snapped backward, letting the kick pass.
A tremor rippled out from the space the kick struck, sending a shockwave that crashed into Levi's face.
It did nothing. Barely enough to move his hair.
Levi moved in tandem with Patrick's kick, his sword a fierce glint as he swung toward the torso.
Patrick ducked beneath the sword.
Time slowed to a halt as the blade passed over Patrick's head.
Drip.
The sound of liquid falling suddenly echoed through the void.
It was the substance coating Levi's sword.
It dropped over Patrick, seeping through his body.
Patrick kicked the sword away.
Then backflipped simultaneously.
