'Let's go.'
Sylas flipped through the air, suddenly coming to an abrupt stop. The arrow whizzed by his feet. Having been fired with his falling trajectory in mind, it didn't expect him to suddenly start flying.
Reflective glass of green sparkled beneath Sylas' feet and his aura flared.
BANG!
This high in the skies, swimming amongst the clouds… this was his domain.
Their Will would be especially weak here, so far beyond the surface. As for his own? It was barely affected.
[Glassvolt Shift].
Sylas became a streak of lightning, his body slipping out of the way of yet another arrow.
Whizzing lines and sparking bolts of emerald coated the bolt, the poison seeping into it and tearing the Aether that powered it to shreds.
The moment the arrow lost its momentum, Sylas took control of it with his telekinesis, sending it flying back toward the carriage it came from.
