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.
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.
Magna and Vanessa were already there, bruised and exhausted. Magna’s fireballs were being swatted away like flies. Vanessa’s thread magic was fraying under the sheer intensity of the Elf's mana. They were losing him. Black Clover (TV) Episode 105
"Hey," Luck whispered, his voice shaky but his own. "That was... a pretty good fight."
In a flash of gold, Rufel descended. He moved faster than the eye could follow, a streak of jagged lightning that slammed into the ground where Asta had been standing a millisecond before. The shockwave sent rubble flying. Asta skidded back, his boots digging into the dirt. He felt the heat of the electricity charring the air. He didn't swing his sword
Luck’s eyes fluttered open. He looked at Asta, then at Magna, then at the destruction around them. A small, genuine smile tugged at his lips.
Asta stood in the middle of a war zone, his black sword trembling in his hand. The sky above the Clover Kingdom was a bruised purple, torn apart by the mana of the reincarnated Elves. Around him, his friends were fighting for their lives, but his focus was pinned on a single figure standing atop a crumbling spire: Luck Voltia . He grabbed Luck’s shoulders, staring straight into those
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.