Perdita saw the man move towards her, fast and swift, claw swiping in the air at her face. She shifted, barely missing the man's nails by an inch.
The man scoffed, his head tilted to the side, watching Perdita. She had missed his first strike by an inch; the second time wouldn't be hard. He thought, and he charged at her once more, dragging a thick fog behind him as he muttered spells under his breath.
Perdita's eyes scanned her environment, looking for a loophole as she watched the man observe her. When he came at her again, she struck back, needing not to whisper spells as she could perform her magic with or without it.
With the force of the fog coming at Perdita with the man, she quickly countered it with fire that sizzled away the thickness of the fog, some of it burning the man.
He cursed, anger bubbling deep within him, having not expected such a move from Perdita. "We can peacefully end this without you getting hurt. All you have to do is come with me."
