Spirit gasped. She panted and groaned, pulling her arms back up into a fighting stance. Her key under attack and her body reaching it's limit. They weren't even as strong as they come? She thought to herself. She deflected another rock with the back of her fist. "<span style="color: #8000FF">That's going to break the skin soon.</span>" She mumbled to herself as she looked back at her opponents. She takes sharp, hard breaths. Her eyes becoming hard to keep open because of the sweat in them. This had to end soon. Her and Blurm were at their limits.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #8000FF">Blur!</span>" She holds out her hand, signaling them to use their special ability. They would switch positions. Something completely unheard of in lock and key dynamics. They had to switch to try and give Spirit some time to breath and collect herself. "<span style="color: #8000FF">Protect me. I'm going to try something. It's gonna hurt.</span>" She explains briefly as she deflects another rock, wincing in pain as her prophecy comes true. Her hand begins to bleed as she holds it in pain, staring at her attackers.