Chapter 89: Dark Hearts
The sun was beginning its descent.
Jada waited for the last drop of light to filter through the trees. The moment it did, her eyes widened, and she glided toward Arthur.
Each footfall seemed to lift her off the ground rather than press down. As she closed the distance, her eyes locked onto his, scanning him lethally.
With a relaxed demeanour, he awaited her approach. He caught her initial punch with an effortless palm. But her strike was a feint. Before he could fully process the deception, she shifted her weight and aimed a palm strike at his chest.
Reacting swiftly, he smacked her hand away. She quickly dropped to the ground, her body low as she attempted to sweep his legs. Arthur, however, was already anticipating her move; he hopped over her leg in one fluid motion. As she regained her footing, she formed a hand sign.
"Water style: raging waves!"
A powerful torrent from her mouth was unleashed. The sheer force of the water propelled him several feet backward, soaking him through.
Letting the water wash him while in the air, he considered her ability; such a technique, wielded by a lesser ninja, would have produced only a trickle.
Landing gracefully, he raised his chin, only to find she had already closed the distance. He pivoted, executing a spinning kick aimed at her head.
Not to his surprise, she evaded the attack with a simple yet effective sidestep. In the same fluid motion, he launched a backhand strike, but she blocked it with a deft twist of her wrist.
He continued to jab at her chest, but his fist slipped past her face as she moved in closer. In such a close proximity, she aimed to land a palm strike against his chest, but he anticipated her intent, catching her wrist before it could connect.