Zharina and Jax both charged toward each other. Starting with slow deliberate steps that gradually picked up speed until both of them were moving at full sprint.
Zharina was charging casually. She had already confirmed through multiple exchanges that Jax's attacks were too weak to split her divine protection. Every swing he had thrown so far was like throwing pebbles at a fortress wall. Annoying at best.
Jax was charging with his sword pointed directly at her despite his previous failed attempts. Which to Zharina looked like a man who had run out of ideas and was now just recycling the ones that didn't work the first time.
She launched a punch. Not her strongest just a quick burst with a slight jump to gain momentum. Aimed at his head. Because the confidence sitting on his face was starting to irritate her more than his actual fighting.
Mid-air, she noticed Jax aiming low with the sword in his left hand. Targeting her thighs.
