Chapter 17: The Whispers in His Mind (Part 2)

[POV: Silver Davis]

Vlad shot forward like a human-sized bolt of lightning. Silver sidestepped just in time to avoid the human lightning which screeched past him, skidding across the earth, showering dirt to either side. He heard a growl from Vlad. Lightning was streaking around him in flashes of purple. Silver danced with them, weaving around the bolts, again filled with grace, to the brim. The odd thing was the lightning was behaving like… like the lightning in the sky, arching in the random direction, mostly downwards.

These odd, arching attacks made it easier for Silver to dodge them. But how could that be? It was a construct of grace, not real lightning. The other man should have better control over his own constructs. Then Silver saw the sheer number of flashes scratching about. Of course, the sheer number of attacks should make it difficult to control.

Why follow such a tactic, though? It would have been better if he used more concise attacks rather th