The serpent writhed, its body twisting against the water, but Omina tightened her outstretched fingers, and the torrent expanded, swallowing the construct in a flood of searing steam. Ty backpedaled, the heat licking at his face, and launched another volley of flames, this time spreading them wide in a fan-like arc.
Omina sidestepped gracefully, her aura shifting as the flames splashed harmlessly against a sudden wall of ice she conjured. The wall cracked and groaned under the intense heat but held firm. "You rely too much on brute strength," she said coolly, her voice cutting through the chaos.
Ty clenched his fists, black flames surging anew. "And you talk too much," he retorted, thrusting his hand forward. The flames erupted into jagged shards, streaking toward her like obsidian-tipped arrows. Omina reacted with inhuman precision, her outward skill flaring as a burst of wind swept the shards off course, embedding them into the walls.
