Forsha gasped as the midnight blue light reflected in her heart shaped eyes.
"It's beautiful…"
The explosion hit her squarely, her staff raised too late. The impact flung her backward in a swirl of golden sparks, robes whipping wildly as she tumbled across the stone. She coughed dreamily,
"Even your flames… are magnificent…"
Above, Luavier reacted instantly.
"Verdantwings—disperse!"
He kicked off the air itself, wind spiraling around his spear as he tried to ride the shockwave instead of resist it. Even so, the blast tore through his wind cushion and sent him crashing down hard, skidding across the arena.
On the ground, Sairant froze for a split second too long. His eyes widened.
"N-no—"
The blast swallowed the Silverspines. Their flexible bodies bent violently under the shockwave, spines arching unnaturally as they were blown across the floor. Sairant tumbled end over end, daggers flying from his hands before he slammed into the base of a shattered pillar.
