2211 Hourglass

El'Rion looked back toward Shan'Rae and waved a hand. A palm appeared in the air, formed of Force. It somehow looked as though it was a part of El'Rion's body despite the fact it was clearly entirely separate. Almost like a breath of air, connected and yet not, but as important as life despite the latter feeling.

Shan'Rae frowned, not liking what she was seeing at all. She had originally made the assumption that El'Rion had stepped in to stop this human so that she would leave him alone later after he was dead, but she most definitely didn't expect that he would step up in this way.

However, if he thought that he could deal with her as easily as that human, he was sorely mistaken.

Palm and scythe met, the plains of the earth below being completely flattened. The strikes they sent out casually collapsing Leonel's strikes.

Shan'Rae's expression changed and she retreated quickly, managing to remain unscathed.

"Leave." El'Rion said coldly.