Keith's eyes danced about, searching for the attack before he moved. His legs felt heavy, but not as heavy as his upper body that drooped slightly.
Lightning charged in his palm and he prepared a deformed ball of lightning to deflect the shield with.
But it would never make sense for his opponent to attack with just a shield.
He gasped, realizing a second too late.
Thousands of small needles crammed into his lower body, especially his legs. His movements stilled and searing pain raked through his bones.
His body jerked forward as a sharp breath escaped his lips. "This is…" he knew there were invisible attacks.
Yet the fact that they reached him despite his charged surroundings, and not disperse, made him worried that they might be unaffected by his lightning.
The crowd frowned, watching quietly as the one they had already declared the winner was forced to his knees again.
