Before he recovers, Sorin appears above him.
She swings her dagger in a wide arc—Tempest Edge carves the air into five layered blades that slice down like guillotine winds.
Thelen grits his teeth and roars, thrusting his greatsword up—Tier 4 Skill: Lightning Barrage!—and dozens of lightning bolts erupt in all directions.
The storm collides with the wind.
Mana detonates between them, filling the sky with blinding light.
But Sorin reappears through the smoke—untouched. The Storm Veil absorbs every strike, redirecting the current harmlessly around her.
She lands on Thelen's chest mid-air, knee driving into his solar plexus.
He gasps, wind knocked from his lungs.
She slashes.
Crack!
His shoulder guard shatters.
She slashes again—Tempest Edge digs into his side. Wind pressure explodes outward, sending blood flying in spirals.
Thelen screams and swings wildly.
Sorin leans back, spinning in the air, and delivers a reverse kick to his jaw. His helmet flies off. Blood sprays.
