Lep lowers his rifle; even his targeting computer is throwing errors just trying to keep up with the fight.
All he can do is sit, watch a clash of legends... and hold on for dear life.
Elyas screams an ear-splitting war-cry as your spears clash, the very air shivering with their shockwaves. +
(In response, Duc would charge the tip of his own spear with spirit energy-infused electricity, the two spears clashed, striking at thousands of miles an hour producing a huge shockwave of snow and likely launching everyone in the surrounding area away)
Duc Nightingale
+ Lep over.
Outside the lightning cage, the battle swirls like the snowstorm itself. Federation light armor plugs the gaps in the line, trading fire with the fast Khanate skimmers in a deadly dance.
