It was like Elion had become a spectral blur.
Xavier raised an arm to defend his face, but Elion knocked it aside and punched him again.
He tried to retreat, pulling at the earth beneath his feet, but a fist buried itself in his stomach before the spell could take shape. His body folded around the blow, and Elion seized his shoulder, turning him into another vicious punch.
"Xavier!"
Ezra's cry barely reached them before he was sent flying again.
The academy students watched in disbelief. This was Xavier Dawncrest, someone whose strength most of them wouldn't have dared question. Yet he couldn't land a single blow. Hell! He couldn't even seem to be able to react!
Elion's movements were swift and fluid, each attack flowing into the next before Xavier could even regain his footing.
