The musketeer hurled a bolt of lightning at her, but Elesch remained calm and composed, sidestepping at the last moment, and pressing her hand against the bolt perfectly, erasing it from existence.
The musketeer snarled irately at her. But Elesch returned it with a smirk. He ran towards her and vice versa, their fists colliding, sending a ripple through the space, as they skidded back. They both stood straight immediately, not letting the other sense any weakness.
Elesch, for a moment, closed her eyes, slowing her breathing, focusing her mind, tapping deeper into consciousness. Then, she appeared in front of him, her eyes sparkling with determination, no smirk, only a serious tone, a sense of self-respect, to not laugh at the guy.
