His blade lashed toward her throat, gleaming coldly. Yuan Yi slid backward, sleeve brushing the air. A faint shimmer rippled around her like water catching moonlight.
"You use formations made by others even now?" His blade struck against the barrier with a sharp clang, Zheng staggered back and spat on the ground.
"You need to be ready for any scenario during battle Lieutenant," she said softly. "Do not mistake rage for strength."
Zheng roared, "You talk too much, Let's see how you fare without your parlor tricks." Yuan Yi sidestepped as Zheng swung at her again, letting the blow carve through a pine trunk. Bark exploded, as the tree groaned as it began to fall.
He rushed forward again, but Yuan Yi traced her fingers in a short arc. A faint wind rose, carrying motes of dim blue light. This scene of splendor caused Zheng to halt, while the dirt beneath his feet shifted.
