Head on a swivel
Ty gasped, the pain radiating through his ribs, the sword still burning against his skin. He tried to stand, his legs trembling beneath him, the weight of the blade almost too much to bear. He could feel the power coursing through him, the strength that wasn't his own. It was intoxicating and terrifying all at once.
"You're just a puppet," the mocking voice echoed in his mind, the words biting, taunting. Ty shook his head, trying to push the voice away, his focus narrowing on Alexander.
Alexander didn't waste any time. He stepped forward, his eyes locked on Ty, his body emanating a cold, unyielding energy. He raised his hand, his fingers curling slightly, and Ty could feel it—the air around them seemed to shift, the ground beneath his feet trembling as Alexander's second skill came into play.