Then, the hunt truly began.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from a thicket, and a boar-type spirit beast, its tusks gleaming like crystalline ore, charged. Elreth was a blur of crimson motion. Her aura flared, and she met the charge head-on, her spear a bolt of lightning that pierced through the beast's form. It dissolved into a shower of harmless, glittering motes of light.
Azalea offered a slow, deliberate clap.
"Impressive. A bit theatrical, but effective. You do announce your presence to the entire forest, though."
"Better than hiding in the trees like a nervous squirrel," Elreth retorted, spinning her spear with a practiced flick of her wrist.
In response, Azalea simply drew, aimed, and released in one fluid motion. An arrow split the air with a soft thwip, striking a large, screeching bird-beast directly through its eye, the creature vanishing before it could hit the ground.
"Score's even," she stated, her voice sweet as poison. "One to one."
