He reformed behind her, his arm already swinging in a devastating hook aimed at her head.
Kailthrys didn't turn. She didn't need to. Wind caught Jaenor's fist, compressed around it, and created a cushion that absorbed the impact.
But the sheer force still sent her spinning through the air, and she used that momentum to create distance.
"Creative," she acknowledged, her golden eyes showing approval.
"Using your chaotic nature to temporarily exist outside conventional targeting. Impressive adaptation."
"Thanks!" Jaenor called back.
"You're pretty good too! Most people don't think to use water as a surprise attack vehicle!"
They rushed at each other again, and this time their attacks came rapid-fire.
Kailthrys manifested lightning in her hands, not as spears but as whips, and she lashed out with them. Each strike created sonic booms; each crack of the whips split the air itself.
