Dustin let out a low grunt as his mystical pure energy burst forth, shattering the frost encasing his arm. Using the momentum, he glided forward several yards to create a distance between himself and Lysander. His sword-wielding arm trembled slightly, and his complexion grew even paler.

Lysander's evasion techniques and clone arts were simply too swift and unpredictable. There was no way to guard against them all.

"You've got quick reflexes," Lysander commented with a sneer, toying with the c