Lunethar's clenched fists were still aimed forward. It had no time to redirect them.
Ethan drew one fist back and used his other hand to adjust his balance. White lightning coiled down from his shoulder to his knuckles as the surrounding air compressed, forming a visible depression around his fist.
"Watch this!"
He punched straight down.
Less than two seconds had passed between Ethan's reappearance and the attack. Lunethar couldn't dodge, so it concentrated its remaining energy around the top of its head, reinforcing its defenses.
But it had never intended to rely on defense alone.
Its two arms couldn't make it back in time.
So it grew another one.
The force of Ethan's punch had already shattered the outer defenses above Lunethar's head. His fist was less than four inches from its skull when it came to an abrupt stop.
A newly formed hand had caught his wrist.
