Third Person's POV
Heat licked at his skin as a shimmering white claw of energy burst into existence in midair out of nowhere and sliced toward him from the side.
It was sharp, and he could feel the sharp winds on his waist and arm, and he felt as if sharp blades were slicing his skin already.
Even before it touched, he could feel its edge biting into his skin, and its sharpness was undeniable, but his instincts, shaped by his battles, saved him.
He bent back at the waist and dropped into a sliding crouch with the grass blades tearing under his knees.
As he bent down, the claw shaped like a wolf whistled past his waist, so close it cut two strands of his violet hair.
He felt a faint sting along his scalp, and he could feel that it was solid proof of how near he had come to a serious injury.
But Ethan did not stop as momentum carried him forward.
He backflipped smoothly and landed directly against the tree's trunk.
