Zerypha flung her hand forward, and the orbs started falling down like meteors.
In response to her attack, Draven moved closer to her, and raised his sword, he presented a single slash, and it was wide, effortless, and casual.
A wall of fire burst into the sky, and an avian of molten flame flew upward to meet the falling orbs, the resulting collision shattered the air, waves of light and fire clashing in a maelstrom, each orb that struck the flaming bird, burst apart in cascades of liquid starlight and shards of ice, raining down as harmless mist.
Noticing her attack getting canceled, Zerypha swiftly flew beside him, already moving, a streak of silver and white across the storm-laden sky, she came down upon him like a comet, her spear of light and ice materializing in her hand.
CLASH.
Draven's sword met her spear, the ground quaked, and a blast of pressure flattened the ruined battlefield for miles, craters started forming, trees in distant forests snapped like brittle twigs.
