Yang positioned himself between both teams, his expression as impenetrable as always. "The rules remain the same. Victory by incapacitation or surrender." He looked to both sides, evaluating the combatants' readiness. "Begin."
What followed was a display of speed that left many spectators open-mouthed. Luna invoked her shadow wolf, her body acquiring that characteristic spectral black outline as she executed a spatial jump, disappearing into darkness to reappear right behind Liora.
But Liora had anticipated the movement. Her will-o'-wisp manifested in a spiral of blue flames that enveloped her just as Luna attacked, teleporting her out of range and pushing the Starweaver away.
"Predictable as always, cousin," Liora smiled, flames dancing between her fingers. "You always attack first the element you consider most dangerous to your team."
