Freya held superior dominance over the air around the area. The knives stopped at her front and dropped to the floor.
Her mind instinctively worked to create an air barrier to block any attack in her line of sight.
She could barely see the knives leave his hand. One moment they were there and the next they were hurling at her with unimaginable speed and accurate precision.
It was so unlike Freya to resort to magic so early in a fight. But she could tell that this was no ordinary opponent.
Torr on his part also intended to end this as quickly as possible. He began walking towards her with the evil grin plastered on his face.
The air around him became dense and cold, his eyes narrowed at her, his eyes came up, ready to attack.
Freya didn't wait to see what he was about to do, she hurled one of his knives at him. He picked it out of the air like it was barely moving while still walking towards Freya.
