Thessa's pupils shook as she swung to meet his blade, her flames swirling around her. Flames formed a halo to her back, then they separated and concentrated themselves into concentrated balls that shot out toward Theron in waves.
She retreated and tapped out the point of her blade several times, trying to regain some distance.
But her flames had hardly taken shape when they fell to the ground in perfectly spherical balls of ice, colliding with the soft, burning grass with dull patting sounds.
Deng. Deng. Deng.
Chi.
Theron's blade speed suddenly accelerated, deflecting every one of Thessa's thrusts with a tap of his own before he parried it, his wrist twisting and nearly disarming her of her blade entirely.
The princess' arm shook and pain shuddered up the length of her bone. The twist and spin were so violent she nearly felt her ligaments and tendons snapping in place.
