Sylas appeared before the Clypsian, unleashing the attack of his second pauldron as the first recovered. At the sa ti, he geared up a kick, ready to fade into a combo in the first
instant.
But the man reacted first. His fist suddenly flashed, vanishing from Sylas' vision and his visualization only to appear right before his nose.
Sylas had never seen such a skill before, and he was sowhat doubtful that it was a Skill at all. He didn't sense any Aether at all.
Was it a Gene Talent?
BANG!
Sylas couldn't dodge. The fist landed solidly on his face. If not for his upgraded Aether Skin, he might have even suffered a fractured skull.
His head whipped back and he allowed the montum to carry him back into a backflip.
Three ballista bolts appeared in the path of the Clypsian, exploding across his robust body and barely causing him to take a single step back.
Sylas regained his bearings, his ringing ears and stinging nose barely managing to calm in a few seconds.
The Clypsian, though, was still a step faster. His body flashed much like his fist before had. This ti, his hand chopped down like an ax, carrying a blinding arc of Aether along with it. For a mont, Sylas thought he was facing off against a tallic man.
The cold was beginning to seep into his bones and goosebumps flared across his skin.
He was getting slower.
He was so close but the oppression of this cold was too much. Had he not upgraded his Will, he would already be an ice statue.
Sylas' Aether circulated in a violent torrent and he activated
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