The flooded subterranean hall shook violently as Supreme Mandra Taziraka launched himself across the shattered floor like a dark thunderbolt.
He was fast, even more so now that he was not taming the beast art at all.
His pitch-black beast aura flared into a howling maelstrom of compressed air and kinetic force, tearing up heavy chunks of reinforced steel grating in his wake.
Kaka did not flinch, dropping his hips into a low, immovable stance while bracing his heavy iron tower shield against his broad left shoulder.
He drove his steel-capped boots deep into the stone seam, locking his powerful leg muscles to receive the full kinetic impact of the sovereign's charge.
"Hold the line, Kaka!" Kiuga yelled from the high catwalk, his hands gripping the iron winch release lever with white-hot focus. "Do not let his momentum carry him into the open floor where he can pivot around your guard!"
