“Stand still, Xia. It will be much easier for both of us.”
“I’m not going to make this easy for you, so you best be prepared to either give up or die here today,” Xia replied.
Kiros scoffed and raised her hands into the air. Ten tendrils of water formed from her fingertips, thin like whips, stringy, and waving like a jellyfish’s. “You picked the wrong day to challenge me, Xia. I am the heart of this little play,” Kiros warned.
“I hope you can back that attitude up, Kiros. And your acting is for s**t,” Xia challenged.
Kiros slapped her tendrils like whips, screaming in frustration at the insult. Xia gracefully flipped, dodging Kiros powerful lashes, flipping between them like a skilled gymnast. Xia froze two attacking tendrils and slashed them in half with a quick sword strike. She rush
