The moment Jembook uncoiled his whip, the rhythm of the fight changed.
The sound of leather slicing through the air cracked like lightning, sharp and merciless.
Austaire braced herself, but even her sharp reflexes could not prevent fresh red lines from appearing across her arms and shoulders.
Each lash kissed her skin with pain, forcing her to retreat another step.
WhiPash!~Clang!
"Hahaha! Come on! Keep up, lady!"
Jembook's laughter ricocheted wickedly off the stone walls, each crack of the whip lashing out like a serpent's tongue- shattering whatever it kissed, be it iron bars, cold stone, or bare flesh.
Using the whip's flexibility, Jembook pressed his advantage.
WHIPASH!
His strikes lashed out from unpredictable angles, forcing Austaire to block or deflect each blow at the very last second.
With every flick of his wrist, he alternated between long-range lashes and sudden stabs of his spear, a brutal combination that pushed her onto the defensive.
