With a sharp flick of her wrist, she brought her blade up, its silvery edge humming with compressed wind. Their weapons met.
CLANG!
A violent shockwave exploded from the point of contact, sending dust spiraling in every direction. The force blew Sol's coat back and tore up the stone beneath their feet. Sol grit his teeth and pressed forward, but Adele leaned slightly, barely shifting her weight, and unleashed a sudden twist of wind from her blade.
A mini-cyclone burst between them. Sol was blasted back mid-air, his feet barely catching the ground as he skidded thirty meters, coughing.
Sol had barely recovered when Adele accelerated towards him ready to cut him down mercilessly.
"She's enhancing each strike with wind pressure," Linda warned, her voice tight, as she raised both arms and cast a glowing hexagonal barrier around the team. "You'll get cut without being touched if you're not careful!"
Freya didn't wait anymore and dashed forward to act.
