"Metal Dance: Momentum."
A stillness gripped the plains, so deep that for a moment, even the metal aura that had been roaring around Arcturus… halted. Metal streamed down his exposed arm, condensing into a gleaming blade. In that same instant, Zephyrion caught its surface shifting through several metallic colors.
Then… there was only empty air where Arcturus had stood.
The rod snapped into Zephyrion's grip as he lowered his stance. It barely had time to morph into a gleaming sword before Arcturus' blade detonated against it. The ensuing shockwave sent cracks racing across the kilometer-wide plains as massive chunks of earth exploded into the air.
Zephyrion felt the force thrum through his body, but it was immediately dispersed by his metal bones and enhanced physique.
For a brief moment, his gaze met Arcturus', and he saw that every trace of playfulness had vanished from the prince's eyes. Then Arcturus pulled his blade back and thrust forward like lightning.
