The ground trembled beneath the sheer force of their clash.
White Fur, her eight tails swirling like celestial whips, leapt skyward, eyes locked onto her prey. With a flick of her paw, she released another storm of soul force.
The energy twisted into the shape of a massive fox head, snapping down on Midas with savage grace.
Midas roared, his elegant black form arching through the sky.
His wings folded mid-flight, divebombing straight through the fox-shaped blast.
The soul force tore at his scales, but he didn't slow.
His claws glowed with obsidian energy, and as he descended, he slashed out, sending three crescent blades of soul force directly at White Fur's midsection.
She twisted in midair, barely avoiding the brunt of the attack. One of the crescents grazed her back leg, leaving a gash.
She landed gracefully on a shattered cliff, licking the wound without losing eye contact.
"…So you can bite back," she said, voice low and amused.
