The moment Jacin moved, the air crackled with energy. Her form was a blur of shadow and light, an ethereal presence that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. The chamber was suddenly alive with the clash of power, a battlefield where the forces of light and darkness converged in a furious dance.
Jareth and Vincent barely had time to react, their overconfidence crumbling in the face of Jacin's unrelenting assault. She was upon them in an instant, her movements swift and precise, each strike delivered with a lethal grace that spoke of her newfound strength.
Jareth was the first to engage, his own power flaring to life as he met Jacin's attack head-on. His gift was one of elemental mastery, a connection to the forces of earth and fire that allowed him to manipulate the very ground beneath his feet. With a flick of his wrist, the stone floor rose up to meet Jacin, jagged spikes of rock hurtling toward her with deadly intent.