He didn't swing his sword. He threw himself forward, discarding his defensive stance, and tackled the lightning-clad figure. The electricity surged through Asta’s body, a thousand needles of agony, but he didn't let go. He grabbed Luck’s shoulders, staring straight into those cold, alien eyes.
Asta nodded, his resolve hardening. He didn't just need his sword; he needed his heart. He felt the Black Form taking over, the dark anti-magic wing sprouting from his shoulder. He became a blur of shadow, clashing against the lightning.
Rufel laughed, a sound like tearing metal. "This body is just a vessel. Your 'friend' is gone, human. There is only the light of the Elves now." Black Clover (TV) Episode 105
The Elf spirit shrieked in frustration, but the mana began to stabilize. The jagged edges of the lightning softened. Asta felt the killing intent vanish, replaced by a familiar, frantic energy.
"We have to hit him with everything," Magna wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "Not to kill him... but to wake him up." He didn't swing his sword
For a heartbeat, the lightning flickered. The cold gaze wavered, and a flash of the old, mischievous Luck peaked through—a boy who just wanted to play.
"Luck! I know you're in there!" Asta yelled over the roar of the mana. "You love to fight, right? Then fight this! Fight for your seat at the dinner table! Fight for the Black Bulls!" He grabbed Luck’s shoulders, staring straight into those
But it wasn't Luck. Not really. The manic grin was there, but the eyes were cold, glowing with an ancient, vengeful power. The Elf spirit Rufel had taken over, and the lightning crackling around him was no longer the playful spark of a teammate. It was lethal.