Landing smoothly with the aid of an ice platform, Ivana waved her opened fan once—
A gust burst forth, shaped like a crescent arc of compressed frost, the wind slicing toward him with howling speed.
Deus raised one palm. The frost arc shattered harmlessly on contact.
Undeterred, she activated the Froststep Dominion again—platforms appeared around him at all angles as she darted unpredictably through the air. Her motion left glittering snow wisp trails behind her, beautiful yet disorienting, masking her next attack.
She blinked beside him.
Her right fan swirled a flurry toward his eyes—while her left aimed low, slicing at his knee.
He parried both strikes with one motion, his arm barely moving. She used the rebound to leap back mid-air, spinning into a crescent kick that she used to launch another frost burst at close range—
Again—shattered.
She landed atop a floating frost platform, panting lightly. Her eyes narrowed. No hesitation.
