How are you feeling?
From the dust cloud, Elora dashed out, her scythe swinging in a deadly arch, almost cleaving the man in half, but he dodged at the last minute.
He controlled the vines to attack, Elora cut everything to ribbons, and she leapt through the air, darting across branches to evade the chasing vines.
Her eyes darted to the bodies. Wisps of spirit floated upward, but her black smoke bound them in place—she needed answers.
She dodged as a vine edge brushed past her head but another shot at her shoulder, piercing through—she broke the cut of the vine from her shoulder, blood sputtering out, soaking her clothes.
She grimaced but didn't slow down from the pain, teleporting behind him, she bound him with her black smoke.
He felt like a cold snake was wrapping around his body. He cast a fire spell to burn it off, but the smoke didn't stop covering his body.