Before Sylas' fist could land, there was a shift in the air and a palm appeared in front of him.
Sylas' fist shifted seamlessly, opening up into a palm that slid past the hand in front of him. The world shifted and his figure blurred, his palm suddenly pulling back as he erupted with a fist.
The sudden shift made it look as though he was always planning a feint, but the wide eyes of the Golmara that moved to block him clearly wasn't expecting this in the slightest.
Pain ripped through the body of the Golmara, a repelling pulse nearly cracking Sylas' wrist in response.
They both took a step back, but Sylas seemed to recover faster.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The exchange was fast and heavy. The room wasn't very large to begin with, the wind that formed through their exchanges alone pinned the woman to the opposite wall, her eyes flashing with rays of continuous fear she couldn't rein in.
This was beyond her. Why had she decided to enter this place at all?
