The air crackled with elemental power—*FZZZT-SNAP*—as Commander Elira faced Whisper, their initial clash sending shockwaves—*BOOOM*—through the surrounding battlefield. Snow and ice particles hung suspended in the air between them, *tink-tink-tink* as they collided and crystallized, caught in competing currents of elemental energy.
"Your command of air is... adequate," Whisper taunted, her form seeming to blur at the edges—*whssssh*—as she stepped sideways with unnatural grace. "But air is merely the beginning. Void is the ultimate expression—the absence that defines presence."
Elira's response was a concentrated burst of compressed air—*SHRIEEEEK*—that sliced through the space Whisper had occupied mere seconds before. The attack carved a deep furrow in the frozen ground—*CHRRRKK*—but Whisper had already shifted position, appearing three paces to the left with a subtle *pop* of displaced air.
