Faust was using Shadow Step just as the projectile shattered the world around him. He was hidden hundreds of metres away, watching the road of destruction left by the attack.
He grimaced and clutched his side. Even as a shadow something about Fix's attack hurt him. Pulling up his shirt, he found a trial of blood and a healing cut against his ribs.
Specialisation. There were two quotes Faust thought about when he considered specializing.
A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.
I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.
Fix was a pure specialist. He stayed in one place and shot down everything that dared show itself. His attacks would obviously have a way of affecting non-corporeal or metaphysical enemies.
The Iron sphere rotated around looking for any signs of Faust then continued to float towards one of the six golden pillars of light.
