Renard moved between the blades of wind. Those blades slicing past him with a shriek that sharp enough to flay bark from the trees and even cut them.
His lightning-wrapped body twisted and blurred, scattering lightning arcs that exploded against trunks and burning black scars across the forest.
Every step he made cracked the ground beneath him and left behind a smoking crater.
The forest itself seemed to writhe under the chaos. Branches splintered, roots tore apart, and the air filled with the smell of scorched earth and ozone.
Above, Arty hovered with a calm attitude. Her hand raised and her aura surging.
She continued to unleash volley after volley of blades of compressed wind that were raining down relentlessly. Her eyes were sharp and she was focused as if challenging him to keep dodging.
Renard's teeth clenched, sparks crawling more violently over his skin. Each dodge made his anger coil tighter.
