Chapitre 580: Honorable Duel (Part Three)

Athena hovered in the air above, high above Tycondrius, her shoulder-length hair rising and fanning out as if she was underwater. The icy-blue radiance from the mana gathered in her palms outshone and drowned out the arena's surrounding lights. 

Empty niiiiiight. Memories of Tycon's past began flashing through his mind... trying to comprehend how exactly he got into this situation. 

"⌈IIIIIIICE BEAAAAAMUUUU!!!!⌋"

Tycon threw himself out of the way of the concentrated beam, rolling roughly on the ground. Standing and pumping his arms with alacrity, if not grace, he ran counter-clockwise in the limited space he had. 

Athena landed in a kneeling crouch, frozen stalagmites jutting out from the earth around her. Reaching her left arm up and clenching her fist, the ice formations burst. Her four Arcanite blades shot towards him... as well as a torrent of icy shrapnel. 

Tycon felt a cold sweat dripping down his forehead and back.