Reality snapped in a 20-meter radius—suppressing all active elemental charges, reducing the flame swing to a physical attack and scrambling the timing of their combo.
I ducked under the flame's arc and slid into the gap between lightning and frost, twisting my torso as I let the Emberfang energy flood my limbs.
"Eight-strike cycle. Burn style. Let's go."
Step One.
A rising elbow to the lightning construct's chest—
1 Burn.
Step Two.
A spinning back kick to the frost's exposed side—
2 Burn.
They retaliated instantly—shield-constructs forming to trap me between them.
But I ducked again, dragging my foot along the arena's edge—then vaulted upward.
Step Three.
My knee cracked into the lightning's chin.
3 Burn.
In mid-air, the wind construct launched a tornado burst, trying to interrupt my arc.
But I twisted, pulling my body into a tight spin.
Step Four.
Aerial axe-kick downward, straight into the cyclone's core.
5 Burn.
