Luke pressed forward, his next strike sweeping the Arbiter's shield aside and carving a jagged gash across his shoulder. Golden blood sprayed from the wound, and the Arbiter cried out in pain. Gayron was there immediately, hurling a pillar of fire. It spun like a tornado, enveloping the angel in an inferno of rushing heat and flames. The ground cracked and melted beneath its fury, but suddenly, the flames exploded, the Arbiter bursting free in radiant glory. His sword lashed out, releasing an arc of sunlight that blasted both Luke and Gayron back.
Before the Arbiter could counterattack, Korra closed in, engaging him midair. She blurred forward, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks that forced him onto the defensive. Slipping beneath his guard, she landed a punch against his chest that knocked him backward. He slammed into the far wall, and the entire room trembled. Black cracks snaked across the ceiling, and dust and debris rained from above, pinging against my wards.
