The shadows wrapped around Feyd and entangled his legs, but he was able to roll to his side while he fell, so he was facing his opponent. He heard the challenge, and running could only solve so much. He stood up and pulled his shirt off, revealing more scars and burns than smooth skin, with muscle rippling beneath. He flicked his lighter on and pulled out an orb, and stretched his hands to make it grow until it was the size of a basketball.

“Come on, pretty boy.”