The trace of blood was scant, a mere thin line of red amidst the tumultuous high-speed chaos.
Though meager, this streak of crimson still served as a beacon for Ali.
The air, compressed at the forefront of her fist, formed a cone before explosively expanding with a thunderous roar.
In that instant, Ali shattered the sound barrier, her ears filled with nothing but a faint buzzing.
Her focus sharpened further, and the phantom figure before her finally became clear.
Red Eye's face bore a faint, cold smirk.
He opened his mouth, uttering something.
Ali discerned the shape of his words, and then, a wall of air materialized before her in an instant.
Goodbye.
Ali drew her arms back in defense, colliding with the air wall without slowing, her clothes and skin torn to shreds by the violent air currents, blood spraying forth.
Silent, Ali steadied herself, but Red Eye's second assault swiftly followed.
