Fu stepped into the attack head on; her right hand was drawn tight into her side as the blade formed around it. She thrusted her hand forward, piercing one of the wind spheres and slicing the clothing on Darkhom's arm before the wild air set off the other sphere and sent them both in opposite directions.
Fu caught her senses before she hit the ground and flew backwards for a few moments before she disappeared. Suddenly she was in front of Darkhom.
With a scream Fu thrust forward her hand once more, blade formed around it. Some of Darkhom's hair flew off in the wind as Fu locked his gaze, breaking it when his counter blew her away.
Panting a bit, Fu hovered. "Is that sharp enough? You lost an inch or so off the top.."
The Mighty Jorge Legion of Unspeakable and/or Speakable Doom
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