Pressure From An Overlord

With a burst of speed, Anya moved behind Spade and aimed a powerful kick at his back. Spade twisted just in time to block it with his arm, but the force of the blow sent him skidding across the ground covering his equipment with dirt and billowing dust into the air. He regained his balance, panting slightly, his eyes locked onto Anya.

'This isn't going to work…' He gritted his teeth, feeling the strain on his body.

Just then, he focused his energy and activated Void Rend. His hands glowed with his golden mana.

With a swift motion, he slashed the air, sending a wave of void energy towards Anya. She barely managed to dodge, the attack grazing her shoulder tearing her armor and tearing through the landscape behind her, leaving a deep scar on the earth.

Anya's eyes widened as she examined the cut on her shoulder. "Impressive. But It's going to be pointless as long as I don't let there be any distance between us."