The dotted leopared used the wind element to launch itself, propelling its already-blinding speed to something far greater, the air itself hurling it forward. The distance between them vanished in less than an instant, faster than anything the leopard had shown so far, and faster than Moon could react.
And then it was there, directly in front of him, inside his guard, jaws already opening, claws already rising, having crossed the entire gap in the blink of an eye.
Moon's eyes widened.
He reacted on pure instinct.
He twisted his body and drove his blade forward even as the leopard's claws came down, committing to a strike rather than a block, trusting his offense over his guard. His sword bit into the leopard's side, Cryothunder tearing a frozen, crackling wound into its torso.
But he couldn't fully evade in return.
