The silver-masked man groaned, dragging himself out of the wall. His wind aura flared as he started healing unnaturally fast. Broken bones snapped back into place, and his bruised skin repaired itself in a way that looked unnatural.
He snorted derisively. "You think that power will be enough to stop me?" Anger and desperation crept into his voice as he initiated his special wind technique by illuminating his sword with a dark green light. The air filled with deafening howls, as sharp winds swirled around him, making a deadly vortex.
"Let's see you dodge this!" he bellowed, slashing his sword in a broad arc. Razor-sharp wind blades tore through the air, ripping everything that got in their way.
Aurelia didn't blink. Her bright eyes stayed on him as her face grew colder than her molten armor was hot. She moved so fast, weaving through attacks like it was nothing. Every wind blade that got close vanished in the heat of her aura.
