Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man

Lyra’s feet left the ground as wind currents lifted her with impossible speed, her white eyes blazing with newfound power as she rocketed toward Seven across the blood-soaked battlefield. Water gathered around her in spiraling tendrils, forming into razor-sharp projectiles that gleamed like liquid diamonds in the moonlight.

Seven turned from her slow advance on Elysia, black eyes widening with genuine surprise as the younger woman bore down on her with murderous intent. "Well, well," she purred, raising her decay-touched hands defensively. "The little bird has learned to fly."

Lyra’s first water spear struck the ground where Seven had been standing, carving a furrow three feet deep through frozen earth and stone. Seven rolled sideways with fluid grace, her corrupted armor scraping against debris as more aqueous projectiles peppered the area around her.

"You think this is amusing?" Lyra snarled, landing in a crouch twenty feet from her target. Water continued to orbit her body in violent spirals, each droplet sharp enough to cut flesh. "My mother is dying because of you."

Seven’s laughter echoed across the courtyard, harsh and bitter. "Child, I’ve been killing since before you learned to walk. Your little water tricks won’t save you when I touch that pretty face of yours."

A pressurized stream of water, narrow as a blade and twice as deadly, whistled past Seven’s ear. The decay master jerked backward, feeling the liquid edge part several strands of her silver hair. Where the water struck the rubble behind her, ancient stone exploded into fragments.

"Faster than I expected," Seven admitted, her casual demeanor shifting to wariness. She began circling left, keeping her distance while studying Lyra’s movements. "But water evaporates, little girl. Just like everything else in this world."

Lyra launched herself forward, water forming solid platforms beneath her feet as she closed the distance in unpredictable bounds. Each step solidified just long enough to propel her to the next position before dissolving back into the swirling mass around her body.

Seven lunged to meet her, corruption-touched fingers reaching for exposed flesh. But Lyra twisted in mid-air, her water responding to her will like an extension of her soul. A protective shell of hardened liquid encased her torso just as Seven’s palm struck.