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Leonel's breath came out in heaving swallows. His arm hung out, parallel with his piercing spear, his body not even having the strength to hold his other arm up. 

Myghell should have been blown backward, but the Dark Ice Domain had forcefully kept him in place, forcing his body to take on the full brunt of the strike and tearing a hole the size of two fists all the way through his chest. 

A wheezing cough left Myghell's lips, his body still being held up by shards of frozen space. Half of Leonel's spear had gone through his body, coating its sapphire scales with in a dense mass of thick, flowing blood. 

Myghell's fiendish grin slowly faded, his gaze meeting Leonel's own. 

"Maybe one day we'll have a real fight." Leonel said through his heavy breath.