C628 You Should Just be a Good Dog

A streak of blade light sliced through the air, cleaving a house in two as it hurtled toward the red-robed elder. The elder's expression hardened as he conjured streams of red mist with a flourish of his hands, drawing them into his palms just in time to parry the incoming slash at his waist.

"Boom!" The deafening blast reduced the house to rubble.

The clashing forces annihilated each other