Art for the first battle promt!
Bestowed with the latent element of air, she closes her eyes and draws in a quick breath. Now. Her mind echoes. Wind whistles as the air currents surround her fists, turning them into the instruments of this slime's destruction.
Constructive Critique requested.
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For some reason I can imagine her flipping it the bird while she punches it, haha