Zhao Yin's smirk widened slightly, his hand flicking the sword from its sheath in a single fluid motion. The blade sang, its edge gleaming with an eerie, obsidian light. The faint black mist emanating from his body thickened, coiling around him like serpents.
"Let's see how long your rage can sustain you," Zhao Yin murmured, his voice soft but cutting through the tense atmosphere like a razor.
The Stormwing Shadow Leopard snarled, the silver patterns on its body igniting with arcs of lightning as its qi surged violently.
With a burst of speed, it lunged toward Zhao Yin, its claws leaving streaks of spatial rifts in the air.
Zhao Yin sidestepped with a speed that seemed almost casual, his sword flicking out in an upward slash.
"Shadow Break Slash!" he intoned, a wave of concentrated yin energy erupting from his blade, slicing toward the beast.
