Kieran tried to retreat, create distance, regroup his scattered thoughts.
Lin and her beast launched toward him from opposite angles, moving with a speed that made her previous efforts seem sluggish in comparison.
Kieran threw all his remaining wind power, creating a storm of compressed air that should have sent both Lin and her fused beast flying backward. It was everything he had left, his final desperate gambit.
But the air blades disintegrated again upon contact with Lin's black feathers and those of her beast. The intensity of the barrier didn't seem to matter, the feathers cut through his power as if it were mist.
Kieran barely had time to ascend as a last resort, desperately trying to escape toward where he could hear reinforcements approaching.
Height had always been his domain, his advantage.
