Just my luck, I guess.
I grit my teeth and force myself upward. My muscles scream in protest. The stone beneath my hands fractures from thepressure as I rise inch by inch, every movement feeling like I’m dragging a mountain on my back.
His muscles are strained, the veins protruding noticeably through his skin. His sweat, too, has become a small rivulet falling down the side of his face.
He flicks his wrist.
The gravity shifts sideways. The world lurches violently.
I am ripped off my feet and hurled across the courtyard, skidding over stone before crashing shoulder-first into another ruined pillar. Pain erupts through my arm just as my previous injuries start to heal a little.
He is already on me before I can do anything.
Another invisible blast slams into me before I can rise, sending me tumbling again. Dust and shattered rock fill the air. Wound that were almost healed open again.
I roll to my feet just as the pressure returns.
My knees nearly buckle.
He’s trying to pin me again.
I force myself into motion before the weight fully settles, lunging sideways behind a broken slab of stone. The moment I move, the slab implodes. It’s crushed flat under a concentrated gravitational burst.
My eyes widen. He can focus it.
Not broadly. Not for long. But enough.
He might be only a level two, but based on my minimal experience with the Force Domain, he must be very close to reaching the third level.
Still, his current state makes his abilities volatile. My only strategy is to make him use as much energy as possible while conserving mine. Then when I see an opening, I strike.
My thoughts are barely formed as he drives me backward through the arena, each attack warping the battlefield around me. Stone caves inward where the gravity strikes.Columns collapse. The floor buckles and fractures beneath the concentrated force.
I run around at full speed, making him change his target each time.
Until he focuses onto me and I become the target again.
As I leap over a shattered pillar, he increases the pull midair and sends me crashing down hard enough to crack the stone beneath my spine.
Blood fills my mouth.
The bastard is exhausting me without even laying a finger on me. Myoh so smartstrategy is working against me.
Fuck!
He raises both hands this time.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
The pressure doubles.
My body slams into the ground so hard my vision whites out.
My ribs grind against my lungs. My arms shake violently as I try to push up and fail. The stone beneath me splinters in widening fractures, my entire frame being driven deeper into it.
Zarek advances, breathing harder now. Sweat runs freely down his face.
He’s reaching his limit.
