Chapter Twenty-Eight
At this point in her life, Jia was no stranger to battle.
One of the tornados zoomed toward her, the pitch of its buzzing rising. She spun out of the way and delivered a roundhouse kick. It connected, and the tornado froze. A second later, it turned white and disappeared in a shower of sparks.
Jia let out of a triumphant laugh. “Of course, that’s how it works. Okay, fine. I can do this. It’s not too bad.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Erik slammed a fist into a tornado for the same result. One tornado clipped him, flinging him off the path, his image flickering in and out of existence.
“Get back on the path,” Ilse snapped. “We’re going to lose the trace.”
Jia rushed toward Erik to deliver punches and palm strikes to the enemies near him. He stood and sprinted ba
