Aelindra timed a strike to a Ragnar exchange that demanded Kaelira's full attention.
The blade dancer slipped past in a blur of dark-infused speed, and her blades came for Sera's throat in a scissor cut that would have taken her head.
Quinlan broke spacing.
Ice erupted between Aelindra and Sera to buy a fraction of a second and wind hurled him across the gap to put [Soul Reaper] between the elf's blades and Sera's neck, and the parry sent Aelindra spinning clear, but the gap he'd left behind was what Ragnar had been waiting for.
The fist connected with Quinlan's side and [Synchra] screamed as the reserve energies the anima-grade armor possessed surged into the plates along his ribs, the plating fracturing in a web that spread from the point of impact across half his torso.
Just as Nyxara had claimed, a single good punch could be deadly, despite the tankiness Quinlan now sported.
