The harpy's scream pierced the air, followed by a violent gust of wind that forced Fenya to steady herself, her feet planted firmly in the ground. Leaves and splinters swirled in a chaotic vortex, whipped by the fury Sorey commanded.
Fenya stood motionless, her hands slightly raised. The groaning trees around her uprooted themselves, their roots twisting like serpents, ready to strike.
"Hiding behind your trees?" Sorey mocked, diving sharply, her talons aimed at Fenya like deadly daggers.
Fenya sidestepped at the last moment, executing an elegant roll before springing back to her feet. She extended her hand, and a barrier of thick thorns erupted before her, forcing the harpy to veer upward.
Sorey shrieked, unleashing a razor-sharp wind blade. The barrier exploded in a shower of splinters, and Fenya was flung backward, colliding hard with a tree trunk.
