Azier focused his power into his hands, now - and aimed to be as lethal as possible with them.
They played for keeps.
As soon as the bright rays emitted from her skull, he avoided her gaze at all costs. Instead, he relied on his peripheral vision to take the brunt of information for him. If she phased him again, even for a second - it may be a lost cause. He didn't want to find out.
The words between them ceased entirely, and all they had to express now was done with fists, and flight.
Azier focused on what energy he had left with the techniques Zephyra had taught him. He had to stay calm, and void of emotion if he wanted to win, especially when he was so close to the combatant.
'Breathe. Don't strike too soon, otherwise you'll lose what you have.'
Even through his side-eyed view, he could tell she had trouble with her attempt to keep her face even with his, which gave him a slight advantage.
