Lan Clan Head Vs Peika
"Who the fuck are you?" Peika's cold voice resounded through the room, echoing amidst the rubble. Dust flew past, sliding off the layer of water on her, creating minor ripples in response as they collected on the ground, under her feet.
"Guess?" The Lan Clan Head let out a sheepish grin, leaping back swiftly to evade a flash of blue that parted the floor into two.
"Whoa there, calm your hairs, lady." He muttered, wobbling a little before regaining his balance. He didn't bring out his Invoked Spirit entirely, but only brought out their wings, attaching them onto his back.
This was a technique that the Lan Clan Head had spent more than three centuries to research and develop. And that was the best way for him to protect himself, the reason why it was his go-to form whenever he faced an opponent, whether a group of Invokers or even Ascenders.
Swish!