"Die... Bitch." Ragal's voice was a low, jagged rasp as he swung his blades in a wide, lethal arc aimed directly at the Nine-Tails' throat.
*SLASH.*
The blade whistled through the air, but there was no resistance. As soon as the blades touched her neck, they passed through her as if she were made of smoke. Her figure flickered, dissolving into the swirling white mist.
"You really think you can kill me? I am not something that can be killed." The voice drifted from behind him, cold and mocking. Ragal spun around, his eyes locking onto a jagged rock where she had already re-manifested, looking down at him with detached amusement.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ragal launched himself across the distance, a blur of motion, but she vanished once more before his fingers could even graze her robe.
"What the hell?" Ragal muttered, his expression darkening into a mask of grim focus. He turned again, finding her standing on the exact same rock as before, as if she hadn't moved at all.
