In an instant, sounds of swords and daggers clashing became the music that filled the forest, screams of pain and anger its lyrics. Elara was busy throwing her daggers while evading attacks when an image caught her eyes.
There, standing on top of a tree branch, was Thyone. He was grinning like a maniac as he watched her, excitement obvious in his eyes.
Anger immediately filled her system at the sight of him. Sidestepping the Ivory in front of her, she leaped towards Thyone, her bloodlust palpable.
Thyone grinned widely, anticipating her attack. She drew her daggers while still in midair and threw it to him without a pause. Thyone deflected her daggers with ease, finally assuming a fighting stance.
Elara landed on the same branch where Thyone stood, shaking it a little.
