"Can you hold on? I plan to make a move of my own," Quinlan spoke up abruptly.
Black Fang didn't even dignify his question with a response. Her silence carried more weight than any words. To her, the question itself was ridiculous. Of course, she could.
No matter what.
Quinlan smirked at her attitude, feeling he'd found quite the partner in crime.
"Good."
Then, without any further warning, his body twisted. His frame snapped a horizontal roll, making his stomach now face the open sky.
Black Fang, standing on his back, flipped with him. Her composure remained flawless even as her world turned upside down.
Quinlan's elemental eyes locked on their pursuers. Now, at last, he was staring them down properly, face-to-face.
His hands swept outward.
A torrent of elemental power roared to life.
Water came first in the form of dozens of cutting streams that scythed through the air as liquid blades.
They converged on Void's tethers with vicious precision.
