If you want it sharper and more in-the-moment, like combat choreography, it should feel immediate:
On Katherine's side, the winged hybrid staggered, struggling to regain its footing from the multiple slash wounds carved across its body.
Then, without warning, Qasag swooped in from above.
The dragon circled in and unleashed a concentrated beam of blue fire that cascaded downward, washing over the hybrid in a blazing torrent.
The winged hybrid's skin wasn't built with the sort of armored defense of the sabertooth, and due to its inability to fly, the flames burned through it until it was ejected from the field.
Katherine and Elena walked toward each other, with smiles on their faces. They raised their palms and slammed them together.
Their choice to swap opponents had been flawless.
