The Vanquisher's strike was slow at first but suddenly sped up.
Despite hitting nothing but air, the crack of a whip resounded.
A large gale of wind was stirred up, blowing aside the grass.
The Vanquisher retracted his arms and legs, standing up normally.
"Alright, now you try."
Layla nodded.
"Ok!"
Her fist started to accelerate slowly.
The Vanquisher's eyebrows raised. She was doing it perfectly? On her first try, no less.
Suddenly, in the middle of her strike, her fist expanded into a claw.
The Vanquisher's eyelid twitched.
"That's not how-"
He was interrupted by the sound of a thunderclap.
Layla's strike only shot out a gust of wind, but the ground underneath raised like it was forming a mountain.
Dirt scattered throughout the air and cracks formed in the grass.
Layla raised her hands in the air.
"Yay! I did it!"
The Vanquisher's jaw dropped.
"What the... how did you?"
Layla tilted her head to the side.
"Ah, it felt a little weird, so I changed it!"
