The second Wind Spirit let out that eery coo and zipped over to me after noticing that its peer was now in two pieces on the floor, that bluish silver blood staining my thin leather cuirass and dripping off of my dagger.
I was a little surprised by its speed as it darted from side to side while heading straight at me, so I didn't have much time to conjure up another Flame Lash and attempt to blanket the airspace in front of me with a cracking whip of fire.
The idea of attempting to land a blow on it with the dagger while it was moving so fast was not a pleasant one, so I put my energy into dashing off to the side to avoid the initial attack, which came in the form of three crescent blades of wind cutting through the air I had been a moment earlier.
