2508 Beautiful. Regal. Powerful.

Leonel's spear steadied itself. Even given its heft, its body was completely still, almost like a pool of calm waters. 

And then the dance began. 

Khelgis' and Adru's eyes opened wide. A keen sense of danger took hold of their hearts, gripping them so tightly that it felt as though a hand had ripped into their chests and squeezed down. 

"Defend!" Khelgis roared.

His palms slammed into Adrus'. A large combustion of bronze-brass and silver energies took form, shaping into a sphere that rotated like a marble of yin and yang. 

Leonel's first spear exploded on its surface, and yet it blew the two back. 

The two thought that it was over, but it was just the beginning. 

Leonel's spear danced in his palms, a large amount of Universal Force descending. It even felt like with every swipe of the blade through the air, the world itself was being pulled in the directions Leonel willed.