Aeloria's body blurred into a flash of green light.
She reappeared several meters away, one knee bent, one hand already sweeping through the air.
The ground answered.
Vines snapped upward in a tight arc.
Michael's Fold Blink triggered again.
He was behind her.
Aeloria's intention shifted with him.
The grass in that direction stiffened, blades rising like needles. A thin line of roots surged beneath the soil and burst out in a jagged curve, trying to catch his ankles as he arrived.
Michael lifted his feet, barely clearing the grab, and struck.
Aeloria pivoted, forearm raised. The strike forced her to slide, but the vines around her legs tightened, anchoring her for an instant before snapping free.
Michael disappeared again.
Aeloria followed and folded through space.
She appeared near him and did not wait.
