Corrin split into three afterimages.
Ivy slashed through one. Then another. The real Corrin appeared above, twisting in midair.
"Sorry, kitty."
His blade came down.
Clang!
Aria blocked with a wind-forged barrier—but the force knocked her to her knees.
She gritted her teeth, eyes flashing, and threw her arm out.
A gust burst forth, launching Corrin back a few feet.
He landed cleanly, boots skidding over cracked earth, and dashed in again without pause.
Aria met him with twin wind blades—fast, graceful, like dancing currents.
Ivy dashed forward too, snow whirling, the hare's body glowing with aura.
Aria spun, throwing a razor-wind arc.
Corrin dodged low, sliding beneath it, and came up with a horizontal slash—
Slash!
A single arc. Frosty yelped.
The snow hare tumbled, limp.
Its glow faded into glittering mist.
Aria's eyes widened. Her scream followed a burst of wind that shook the clearing.
She fired another. Then another.
