Just as the water whipped through the air, Dorian matched her on the offensive by throwing the knife just underneath Xaih's water whip. She was able to see his arm move and the sleek object turn as it flew on a course towards her midsection. The knife itself was hardly a threat to her, although that was simply upon first glance, and it could have been more than meets the eye.

Without thinking on the matter further, Xaih bent her knees and applied pressure on her feet. In order to maintain control over her whip and have the chance to dodge the knife, all she had to do was move to the side. Turning on her left heel, Xaih spun to the left. Her right hand stretched out toward the whip to maintain that control. The knife would fall some feet behind her and in front of the river, and she would be left unscathed. Dorian, however, didn't appear to be so lucky. The water whip did indeed smack him in the face. While she wasn't able to see it, she heard the smack of water against flesh, and she did manage to see him retreat back into the thinning forest.

As he moved to take cover in the foliage, the wolf seemed to follow suit, although it obeyed the flanking command. Xaih narrowed her eyes in thought before lifting her arms higher to match the level of her shoulders, and she moved her feet to stand beside the other. The water from the mud and the grass began to lift into the air. She lowered her arms and spun around a second time, with a slight bend, and lifted her arms again. The water was removed from the ground and the grass and lifted to form a circle around her, for both defense and offense, as she faced the foliage again. The spot of grass where she stood, he may notice, was presently dead then, compared to the moist grass around them.

She still didn't quite hear the rain falling on the river, but it couldn't be much longer before it was heard. Still, she chose to wait for him to strike. She showed him a taste of her power, and now it was his turn, if he so chose.