Jin laughed. "Don't you understand? You can't get close to me!"
As if in signal, Elder Youn prostrated flatly on the ground.
The wind whipped around Jin as if he was wearing a cloak of storm, white lines appeared around him, and then he whirled with his sword.
Atrox's eyes widened and he shouted at Tiber. "Get down!"
The lines whirled with Jin, up and down, sideways.
A long sword slash made of ripping energy trailed after the lines that had grown thicker.
One hit Takoda and he tried to hook it with his claws, but the lines seemed to get a mind of their own and slipped beneath. He threw himself sideways in time and the line punched through his shoulder instead of his heart.
For Eryndor, the lines simply slammed into him like a snake and he was thrown backwards. The limb he used to dodge the attack had been cut up but he quickly regrew another one.
