Zenovia did not stop after that first strike; her irritation only seemed to grow as she stepped in again, her foot snapping back before driving forward in a sharp thrust aimed straight for Elion's midsection.
"Ooof, someone sure is feisty!" he commented as he twisted his torso at the last moment. The strike grazed past his bloody clothes as nothing but air met her force.
Before she could even retract her leg fully, her fist was already flying toward his face, a clean, practiced punch that would have caved in the nose of any ordinary mage, yet Elion leaned back just enough for it to miss by a hair's breadth
The wind from her knuckles brushed faintly against his cheek as he watched her with an almost amused calm, and then she spun.
Her tail flicked behind her as she followed up with a sweeping kick, aiming to take his legs out from under him. "Stay still, you bastard!"
