Moon's eyes narrowed. Every spirit he had fought until now relied on physical combat, speed, and superior reflexes. None of them had used elemental abilities. This one was different, and the ice crawling across the ground toward him was proof of that.
'She is too dangerous to take lightly.'
Moon didn't wait for her to make the first move.
"Why don't you reunite with them in hell?"
He sent the Raiju forward.
The purple wolf leapt from his hand and streaked across the frozen courtyard, its violet light reflecting off the ice beneath it. It closed the distance in a heartbeat, aimed directly at the pavilion spirit's chest.
The pavilion spirit raised her hands. The air freezing instantly, turning into a sword that materialized in her grip. It was massive, nearly as long as she was tall, its edge translucent.
~Whoosh~
The ice sword came down in a single vertical slash and cut through the Thunderclap Raiju.
