Shaking
Ryu wasn't one to waste time talking. The moment his voice fell, his lightning whip had already formed, and his Wind and Lightning Small Realms had layered atop of one another, forming a region of stormy thunder that made many want to directly prostate themselves. They didn't even have time to register the trembling of their bloodlines before his wrist flickered and a thick line of pulsing lightning lashed out.
Enren's pupils constricted and he immediately his sword, tapping at the air three times in quick succession. His blade seemed to become flexible despite the thickness of its spine, curving in three different direction to give the illusion that three attacks had met Ryu's whip all at once.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sounds were so close that they layered into one, deflecting Ryu's whip upward.