Boom!
Quin shot back, slammed onto the river's surface, rolled once, and skidded to a stop. His boots hissed as they glided over the water. He looked up—Luke was already rushing at him like a bullet.
Quin smiled, unbothered.
"You seem too confident in your abilities," he said.
Luke didn't respond. His tendrils lashed forward, vicious and jagged like spears. Quin moved back, feet skating on the surface, and leapt into the air. His sword came down in a gleam of silver.
Luke pulled back just in time. The attack slammed into the river, splitting the current in two and sending a massive wave outward. Water sprayed everywhere.
Luke looked around for Quin but couldn't see him.
"Look behind," Quin's voice whispered.
Luke spun instantly, tendrils whipping around like wild snakes. Quin ducked under them, graceful as a shadow, and lunged forward, sword gleaming.
