Chapter 52: Havoc
"Easy..." Astra muttered to herself, carefully planting her foot in the next firm part of the soil. "Easy..."
Her gaze dropped to the acid below, the pristine blue practically shining against her pale skin, the liquid below rippling intimidatingly with each rock that fell down to the bottom. She shook her head harshly, steeling herself to get closer.
Just when she reached close enough, she reached into her bag, pulling out a small clay pot she had made with the rest of her gear. Carefully and slowly, she dipped it into the acidic pool, making sure her fingers got caught in it.
"That’s one of them..." She muttered to herself, getting the other out of the bag. Dipping that into the pool as well, her eyes remained sharp with focus the more and more she continued. Making sure to keep her breathing calm, keeping from inhaling more fumes than the charcoal can purify.
Zelr let go of Lailla, the girl slowly starting to rise once more, she pushed against the ground her fingers digging mini craters into the earth, she panted heavily, her face scratched from the debris she had created.
"You..." She growled, irritation clear on her features. Her gauntlet began to open up, letting out monstrous degrees of pressured wind. It roared and howled behind her causing the leaves of nearby trees to thrash wildly. Zelr remained watched on with heavy breaths, his hand gripping at his blade even tighter as he awaited her move.
She pushed forth, the wind carrying most of her momentum, one of her legs twisted against the dirt causing her body to spiral into a kick that was impossible to track. The devastating blow landing on Zelr’s arm blocking his face just in the nick of time.
"Tch–" He hissed as he felt the strain of the attack on his bones.
"You’re not the only one with tricks!" She shouted, a snark look on her face. Crimson continued to leak from her nose as she continued her barrage. Zelr kept trying to fend her off, using his tail to grab at her leg and stopping her movements for only a fraction of a second, giving him enough time to strike.