"So fast," Korra gasped. "Did you see that?"
I started to shake my head, only to flush as I realized she was talking to Gayron.
The demonkin shook his head. "Only a blur. But my soul's telling me that was only a sixth-level art!"
"What about you?" Korra asked, looking at me.
My eyes flicked back to Emlica, searching the golden weave of Adaptive Resistance. The mana of the attack was already gone, dissipated throughout the arena. "Nothing."
"Ernyst, I believe the purpose of this was for the Oracle, not a demonstration for your self-claimed students," Emlica said.
"Ah, right. I supposed I got carried away." He rubbed his head sheepishly. "Alright, one more time. This time, I'll slow it down for you."
