Their swirling flames crackled in the charged air, creating pockets of intense heat that stung the faces of nearby spectators.
In one fluid motion, Yaoyun feinted low, then slashed high with both foxfire blades. Wushuang managed to evade by twisting sideways, releasing a scorching gout of flame at point-blank range.
The wave of heat slammed into Yaoyun's guard, sending her skidding backward. She barely kept her footing, her foxfire shimmering around her like a protective halo.
A sharp ache coursed through her arms. He's adapting quickly, she thought, biting back a grimace.
While her first tail had significantly boosted her strength and reflexes, Wushuang's partial dragon form seemed more than capable of matching her blow for blow. She glanced down at her hands, noticing the faint tremor that betrayed her exertion.
Wushuang exhaled slowly, the scales across his forearms pulsing with a molten glow. His chest heaved, but his eyes shone with fierce determination.
