When the dust cleared, Jade was nowhere to be seen. Not in the air, or on the ground. In that moment, it seemed she was finished.
But Rokata would likely know otherwise.
Soon, the rubble from the crushed stands stirred, and a ball of fire shot up from it. Jade floated in the air, looking eye-to-eye at Rokata.
"My turn."
She sped again, invisible to the naked eye, and aimed a sharp, burning strike to his throat.