A massive whip of water rose from the pool, morphing mid-swing into a serrated blade of ice.
Zaeryn's instincts screamed. He dove left, hard. The ice hissed past his head, so cold it stung his scalp and left his skin with a cold tingling. He hit the tile in a roll friction burning his shoulder and came up fast.
'Okay, so she manipulates water.' He watched the liquid coil around her like obedient serpents. He expected her powers to be different from this, and had expected nothing about water. But it was what it was, and this wasn't just fighting a superior warrior. This was fighting a force of nature.
Before he could strategize, three ice spears materialized around Viora, hovering like frozen vipers. She didn't even gesture. They just launched at him.
