Without a word, the distance between the two vanished.
BOOM!!!
In a motion so blistering the human eye could barely track the blurs, they collided at the center of the arena. Jin was a whirlwind of precision. A golden broadsword materialised in her right hand for a brutal downward slash, but as it came through, Emelie deflected the attack with a telekinetic blast against the flat of her blade.
"Dammit!"
The moment the broadsword shattered under the strain, Jin's left hand instantly formed a sleek golden trench knife and drove it toward Emelie's ribs with a crackle of lightning.
"Not today!" Emelie seamlessly glided backward.
As she retreated an inch off the ground, she manipulated the air beneath her boots. Then, with a rapid twitch of her fingers, she seized a jagged chunk of the stone floor behind Jin and hurled it straight toward the idol's back.
