Ryn moved first.
The moment the dragon's stance shifted, he kicked forward, Snow flaring cold in his grip as ice bloomed beneath his boots.
The platform formed just long enough—he pushed off immediately, chaining the momentum into another leap.
Then another.
The desert answered.
Sand surged upward in violent streams, compressed into tearing torrents that ripped through the air like whips. Ryn twisted mid-flight, barely slipping past one as it carved a trench through the stone behind him.
Ice flashed.
He landed, pushed off, leapt again.
Closer.
The earth dragon did not retreat.
Sand rose around her in layered currents, coiling and folding over one another as though she wore the desert like armor. Ryn brought Snow down in a sharp arc—
The sand intercepted it instantly. It felt like swinging through hundreds of layers of water, the resistance dragging at his strike until it bled away completely.
