Water rippled outward from Aren's landing point.
Across from him, Alysa stood with one hand resting loosely against the curve of her bow, the other brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek.
The abandoned facility groaned softly above them. Rusted gears sat frozen in place, pipes dripped steadily from above, and shallow sheets of murky water reflected whatever amount of sunlight that managed to pass through the grates above.
She's a Line higher than me, though she doesn't look like much of an endurance type. I need to tire her out somehow...
Aren took the first move, lightning sparked beneath his feet as he closed the distance in a burst. He decided to mix up his levels, one sword cutting high while the other was aimed at her feet.
