[Bonus thanks to Lost]
Leia felt her head turning before the spike of pain ran through her. Her body wasn't sent flying, and it could even be said that the strike was weak—much weaker than the attacks Nosphaleen had managed to land on her—and yet…
It somehow stung just as much.
Her staff swung out, yet Sylas was already gone, a heel driving into the back of her knee. Her leg buckled, and her weight almost collapsed beneath her.
She managed to recover in time, slamming the butt of her staff into the ground and using it like a third leverage point. She leaned onto it and kicked back with all the force she could muster.
BANG.
The air exploded, but the game of cat and mouse replayed itself. She missed entirely, streaks of exploded wind rippling through the air and yet not touching the slightest hint of Sylas.
Another fist landed on Leia's face, a knee to her gut, a foot that planted right on the center of her back.
