The guardian's expression darkened, her playful demeanor vanishing. "You dare..." The wind around her intensified, whipping into a frenzy. "Then I'll just have to break that spirit of yours."
She thrust both hands forward, and multiple wind blades materialized, slicing through the air toward Wren. Wren darted between them, her enhanced reflexes letting her weave through the deadly assault. One blade caught her shoulder, drawing blood, but she didn't slow down.
'Master taught me better than to let someone like you intimidate me,' she thought, channeling more mana into her claws. They grew longer, sharper, glowing with intense energy.
The guardian's attacks grew more aggressive, but they were becoming predictable in her anger. Wren spotted the pattern – three quick strikes, then a pause to gather power. During one such pause, she struck.
