[But all right, fight time!! The Phantoms are easy enough to destroy, fragile as they are. It's the winds they summon that pose a danger, the ice sharp like daggers, and threatening to cut into his skin the longer he allows the cyclones to linger. And yet no matter how many Itto destroys, two more simply pop up to take its place -- a cycle that will continue unless he destroys the one dancing atop the flower.]
[For his part, Aether sticks close to Itto, focusing on keeping the roots out of his way instead. They're thick and covered in icy barbs, but easy enough to slice with his sword -- and unlike Itto, he has nothing to fear from the phantoms' ice attacks.]
[But the roots are a different story. As he slices through another, the phantoms shrieking in reply, one of the roots rises up from underneath him, wrapping around his leg and jerking him high into the air. Normally he'd just cut himself loose and try to land, but after that last fall...]
--Itto! Catch!
[He cuts himself free just as the root aims to slam him into the wall -- will Itto catch him in time?]
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[For his part, Aether sticks close to Itto, focusing on keeping the roots out of his way instead. They're thick and covered in icy barbs, but easy enough to slice with his sword -- and unlike Itto, he has nothing to fear from the phantoms' ice attacks.]
[But the roots are a different story. As he slices through another, the phantoms shrieking in reply, one of the roots rises up from underneath him, wrapping around his leg and jerking him high into the air. Normally he'd just cut himself loose and try to land, but after that last fall...]
--Itto! Catch!
[He cuts himself free just as the root aims to slam him into the wall -- will Itto catch him in time?]