"Alright, so, what's your gimmick...?" asked Will, slowly rolling his neck as he approached the monochromic snow leopard woman, having defeated all the other contenders.
"Nyura...my name..." responded the woman, leaving Will confused and then surprised as she abruptly shrugged her right shoulder, causing her brush to rise before she sidestepped under it, twisted her body in a swift but graceful manner, and swung it in a broad arc that produced a crescent of inky black energy.
'Alright, so she's not a talker...' noted Will, leaping backward into the air but ensuring he wasn't moving as quickly as the inky crescent so that it passed harmlessly beneath him. At least, that's what he assumed before he landed on the ground, causing the ink that had spattered across the sand to gather toward him like magnetic sand.
'It's heavy...'
