Adrian and Medea exchanged a brief glance, and without a word, they executed a flawless maneuver. Adrian crouched low, his arms tensing as his chains coiled beneath him like a snake preparing to strike.
Medea took off running despite the chaos around them. As she reached Adrian, she placed a foot on his back, using him as a springboard to leap high into the air.
For a split second, she was airborne, her silhouette cutting through the sky before she came crashing down in the midst of the enemy army. She landed with a deafening thud, her sword already slicing through the closest soldiers as dark fire exploded outward from her like a shockwave.
Adrian, not one to be left behind, shot his chains deep into the ground, using them to propel himself into the air. With the force of his chains pulling him forward, he flew over the battlefield, landing a short distance from Medea, right in the center of a group of enemy soldiers.
