Lines of Fate (1)
Izril's Immortal Ring grew a fold in size, its blossoming petals spreading outward and even releasing a fragrant scent that seemed intent on competing with Ryu's own Ice Jade Crystal Body.
In that instant, Izril's strikes became fiercer and swifter. His light and thin sword seemed to become a reaper's scythe, snaking toward Ryu's most vital points.
Ryu's Pupils constricted further, the winding crimson veins around his eyes bulging.
'[Lines of Fate].'
The world became and endless bundle of strings. However, right in the center, a large mass of blue formed Izril and his Immortal Ring.
Stacking two of his most stamina intensive abilities back to back was most definitely weighing heavily on Ryu. But, he found that the drain on his Focus Qi was much less than it had been in the past. For whatever reason, it seemed like the Prayer Mat was making its presence felt.