Thalric did not hesitate. He didn't wait for the haze to clear before he moved. Instead, he tore straight through it, bursting out of the swirling clouds of dust and frost, his sabre gleaming as it cut through the mist toward Doris once more.
Doris's eyes snapped toward him, filled with a madness sharpened by pain and fury. Wounds marred her once flawless skin, blood streaking down her body in thin rivulets. To Asher, Doris was an immense obstacle, an overwhelming opponent. But to Thalric, she was merely a challenge. Worthy, yes, but not formidable enough to be called a true threat.
In a blur, both figures vanished. They moved at their peak speeds, Astra augmentation coursing through their bodies, amplifying strength and velocity until the very air shattered wherever they went. Ice erupted once again from Doris's form, but the next instant, a surge of grey energy flowed from Thalric's sabre, instantly decaying it into vapor.
