Veronica moved like a streak of light cutting through a storm.
Every spell I launched tore across the battlefield in brilliant arcs with fire spiraling like furious serpents, compressed wind slicing through the air with shrill whistles, and blades of mana flashing in lethal streaks. She twisted, ducked, and pivoted. The hem of her clothes snapped sharply with every turn, her boots grinding against stone as she forced herself to stay one step ahead.
She managed to dodge almost everything I threw at her.
Almost.
A few grazed her, clipping her shoulder, brushing her thigh, and forcing her to adjust her rhythm. Not enough to cripple her. Just enough to remind her that she wasn't untouchable.
"How much magic do you even know?" she demanded, breath heavier now, eyes sharp but strained. "Are you just making this up as you go?"
There was disbelief in her voice… and a little frustration. I couldn't blame her.
She was right to question it.
