The coordination between the two Devourers had been superb, their reactions impeccable, but strength was the bane of all traps, for all the speed they could be woven with, and it was the source of boldness. And Lucas, he was beyond the level of strength that had already left the nine Devourers nervous.
The intent of the vortex of water to drag him back and make him resist either consciously or even instinctively, locking him in place with two opposite forces neutralizing each other, all for the deadly blow, or maybe the opening blow. For that, the vortex of water had been created close, positioned a little low to control, and not inadvertently help block the descending long wind blade. But Lucas only followed the planned path for less than a split-second.
