As the ForeRunner unleashed his relentless assault, Okoye moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her every motion a calculated dance with death. With each swing of his scythe and every blast of crimson energy, she evaded with precision and finesse, her movements a testament to her unmatched skill and agility.She ducked and weaved, her senses attuned to the slightest shift in the air as she anticipated each deadly strike. The scythe whirled past her with a menacing hiss, its lethal edge mere inches from her skin, but she remained untouched, her movements fluid and unhindered.With a menacing glide, The ForeRunner descended from the clouds, his presence growing ever closer with each predatory strike. Sensing that mere physical attacks would not suffice against this formidable adversary, the ForeRunner's eyes narrowed in a malevolent glare. He muttered something soft- an incantation, unleashing one of his most devastating spells—"Crimson Meteor." A blast of deadly crimson energy erupted from his suddenly emerging third eye, tearing through the air with unstoppable force, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake. The projectile speed was unimaginable.
However, when the deadly crimson blast erupted from the ForeRunner's third eye, Okoye knew evasion alone wouldn't suffice. The blast was massive– larger than any attack she'd been faced with so far. With a split-second decision, she channeled her naten into her legs– more so than she'd already been doing, and leaped as far into the air as she could– pounding a crater into where she stood. She barely avoided the smoldering crimson wave as it obliterated the ground beneath her, the heat of it scorching slabs of flesh from her face and arms.
But Okoye was not just evading; she was biding her time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. With each dodge, she observed the ForeRunner's movements, noting the subtle shifts in his flight pattern. He was getting closer and closer.. she was simply waiting for her opportunity. However, the Crimson Meteor spell gave her an idea. Not only did Okoye jump out of the way, she jumped so far and so high into the skies, it seemed like she disappeared altogether. It created the illusion that she’d been vanquished in the blast..
..and gave her the opening she needed. Okoye saw her window of opportunity just as she began her free fall back toward the ground. She couldn't fly, but the ForeRunner's eyes were transfixed on Zol's majestic, and while timed distraction. This allowed her to nosedive toward the demented sorcerer unabated and unnoticed. And during all of this, Okoye's hand was still swelling with spiritual energy...The ForeRunner didn't even bother to study the aftermath of his attack- he was more than certain that nothing mortal could have survived. However, his attention was immediately drawn to a suffocating presence of mana that seemingly sprouted out of nowhere.. The dark wizard held his scepter above his head, disengaging the barrier of energy surrounding him as a means to conjure up his own servant of his will.
"Rend."
She descended upon the ForeRunner, fist ablaze with a fiery torrent of purple and gold, cocked far behind her head. She launched it forth as if she were swinging a bat at his head, creating literal cracks along empty space upon impact– whether she connected with him or not. These spectral fissures generated shockwaves that echoed across the sky and earth with incomprehensible power. At this proximity, the ForeRunner's soul could've been disfigured from the tremors alone, but a direct hit might have shattered his abhorrent collection of souls entirely.