Whispers in the Wind
Ragnarok bolstered violently sensing it's opponent preparing to attack, and although the blade, vibrating with air, could have easily stopped the arrows, Jynx made no such move. Instead, his entire body shifted. His legs appeared almost as if collapsing, his right leg bending straight out, and his left curled up beneath him in one swift movement, finally shooting off to his right through force of his left leg, with speed nearly unmatched, only to be boosted again through pressing off his right leg. In a matter of seconds, Jynx found himself in a full stride, his legs beating on the ground back and forth like quick steady breaths. His power had always been in his speed, and he liked it like that. By the time his opponent's arrow made it to where he had been, he would be long gone.
His body shifted through the air once more, gathering speed coming up at his opponent on the right, only to shift once again in nearly the same matter as previously, continuously trying to circle his opponent. Air galloped on the edge of his blade even further, the heat of the air reaching a climax of power. If it was up to him, he'd take his opponent out in his first blow and end this quick, but who knew what this man was truly made of. Jynx sneered almost mockingly at the attempt to capture him with an arrow. Instead of attacking, he would taunt him with evasion for now.
The earth moved quickly under Jynx, his eyes keeping on his opponent at all times. It was then, he could hear the voice of Falak damning him to end his opponent in a fury of flames. It was as if the serpent was whispering in his ears. What was Falak's intentions for this opponent of his? Jynx pressed on, hovering momentarily several yards from his opponent, his legs moving in succession. If his opponent would attack, it would be now, before picking up speed once again and being off. Jynx counted on it, readying his blade.