“Slow down”, Jikan said sternly. With a swift motion, Jikan turned her body as the burly warrior’s back was still exposed. Rushing forward to deliver a palm strike to the center of his back. Despite her holding back her strength to a large degree to preserve energy, the force of the blow caused a wide puff of air to explode out of the man’s mouth as he lost his breath. Thorin was fazed by the attack but he did not let it stop him for trying to fight Jikan. With another roar the man turned to face Jikan, letting out a light cough as he did so before continuing his assault.
Jikan moved with fluid grace, her body a seamless blur as she deftly dodged the powerful punches of her burly opponent. Each of his strikes seemed to carve through the space where she had just been, but Jikan's agility and reflexes kept her perpetually a step ahead. Her red hair streamed behind her like a fiery comet, a visual testament to her speed.Her heterochromatic eyes—one a vivid blend of blue and green, the other a deep, mesmerizing purple—remained sharp, focused intently on her adversary. The man's muscles bulged with each punch, his brawn undeniable, but Jikan's movements were a dance of evasion. She ducked under a wild swing, feeling the rush of air above her as the punch missed its mark.
wc: 233
twc: 886