Ordin's arms were hanging lower than they had been at any point in the fight—the Sky Splitter's maximum stretch having spent the last of what the elastic tissue could produce without the debt becoming damage rather than just debt. His palms were still functional. But the output available to them now was minimal—small Arrow Bursts, if anything, the recovery requiring time that the fight might not give him.
Vorin pushed to standing.
His right side was carrying the Sky Splitter's impact—real, significant, the wide-area force having delivered something different from the concentrated Arrow Bursts. He was standing. He was functional. He had one working copy technique from the entire fight—the punch—and Ordin had one real output remaining in whatever the elastic tissue could still provide.
He advanced.
Ordin raised his palms—the stretch minimal, the compression at whatever the recovery debt allowed, a small Arrow Burst at best.
He clapped.
