Anya attempted to reposition, to escape the rotating currents, and recover from the unexpected reversal of the match's momentum.
But Sylvia was already moving. Her magical framework continued its evolution, with the water and wind combining into patterns that offered no recovery opportunities.
Anya's body was caught in the spiral. Her feet lifted from the ground. Her positioning became unsuitable for anyone.
She hurtled across the arena, propelled by the rotating currents, her body spinning, her consciousness fragmenting under the disorientation.
She crashed against the barrier wall with enough force that the transparent structure visibly distorted from the impact. The collision expelled all air from her lungs. Her body slid down the wall, leaving streaks of blood where her hands and face made contact.
She collapsed to the arena floor at the base of the barrier.
Her breathing was shallow and sporadic. Her body was trembling with shock. Her hands were bleeding from the impact.
