Snow crunched as Ryn forced himself upright into a standing position.
He took a look at his left arm once more.
Definitely broken.
Ryn knew that he couldn't take another hit. Though he didn't need to, they just had to stall out the fight.
He sucked in a shallow breath and let the pain recede into the background.
Think.
Fritz was already moving.
Wind tore across the narrow pass as Fritz surged forward again. With an outward horizontal sweep, he channeled his Wind Affinity to release a devastating slash, exploding outward as the executioner skidded half a step back.
Ryn's vision sharpened, [Enhanced Senses] now flaring more than ever.
"Don't commit," Ryn snapped. "Two steps left—now."
Fritz shifted instantly, wind snapping beneath his boots as an ice spike erupted where he'd just been standing.
Kharik's lips twitched.
[Orion]
The spectral bow formed in a blink. Pain flared as he twisted his body just enough to draw and loosen the arrow.
