Hunter's signature move was always a surefire hit, catching even the mightiest off guard and sealing their doom. But Lucas stood his ground. With a swift flick of his wrist, a gust of wind scattered the lime powder, and a silver needle slipped from his fingers, darting through the air.
With a swift "whoosh," the needle found its mark in Hunter's knees.
"Thud!" Hunter's knees buckled under him, sending him crashing to the ground.
"Clang." His knife clattered to the floor.
"How... how is this possible?!" Hunter's face drained of color, turning ghostly pale.
He had blinded his opponent with lime, yet Lucas's aim was uncannily precise, as if guided by an unseen force. The most shocking part was that his knees felt as if they were filled with lead, completely immovable.
Lucas approached,
