Vanessa's control over her power was remarkable to behold. In the brief engagement with it, she had managed to analyze its properties.
The tendrils, once hers, moved with the grace of a trained dancer, responding to her every thought and command. And with a flick of her wrist, they changed direction, twisting and turning in the air as if they had a mind of their own.
"Please take your gift back," Vanessa exclaimed coldly, returning the gift.
The tendrils struck out at Kralos Tal, who seemed to anticipate the attack.
He moved with fluid agility, evading some of the tendrils and deflecting others with his Tomahawks. His movements were a dance of lethal precision, extremely confident, and a clear showcase of his ability.
"Once I gifted someone, I would never take it back." Kralos Tal mused, not a bit surprised that the tendrils had failed to do any significant damage to Vanessa.