"You're funny. I'll give you that as a fellow Clown."
Pamela rolled her eyes and scoffed, and then Rorik moved once again.
His feet cracked the ground again as he vanished, and Pamela snapped her Destroyer up. Runes spiraled from the shaft into the air, and then a formation spun above her head like a blooming flower of light.
Her spear thrummed with new weight and sharpness.
Rorik dropped from above...
Pamela thrust.
The spear extended, but not physically. Runes stretched its concept, its range, its meaning.
A silver light shot upward and pierced into Rorik's shoulder, causing him to spin midair. Blood sprayed but the Clown didn't make a sound.
He merely twisted midair, using the force to drop faster.
He hit the ground with both feet, cratering it... And then he charged again.
Pamela also charged, leaving a trail of lightning in her wake. She met him halfway.
Spear to fist.
Her weapon sang.
His bones growled.
