Azaron and Threshold I appeared upon the side of a mountain as they stood against its sheer walls, effortlessly defying gravity without needing to rely on Astra Energy.
Azaron unleashed a backfist toward Threshold I's face from the side, the strike swift and deadly, faster than sound, faster than thought, faster than a blink. Threshold I's eyes snapped toward the incoming attack as she immediately leaned backward, her head slipping just beyond the path of the strike as she dodged with only the slightest amount of movement necessary.
Azaron's missed backfist unleashed a shred of compressed wind that tore through the mountain, causing it to crumble. But before it could fully collapse, Threshold I, who was still leaning backward, immediately pushed off with both feet as both legs stomped toward Azaron's stomach, as though she intended to inflict devastating internal damage.
