A root slammed into the water and displaced a large volume of it. A red streak flashed past it and rode the splash upwards to leap to a height of a couple hundred metres into the sky. His feet dangled in the air as he disengaged from the water to stare at the many roots coming down at him.
Behind him, the wave served as a backdrop as it continued to rise up. Slowly, he craned his legs backwards as Prana surged into his Tratham boots. A crimson radiance gathered upon it and swiftly turned yellow, unleashing a beam of conical light upon the wave of water.
A hole formed in the wave as Brangara was launched towards one of the incoming roots. The Tratham gauntlet on his right flashed crimson as he punched forth to poke a hole cleanly through the root.
Through the gap that formed, he moved past. And right as the root moved behind him, his feet kicked it and used it as a foothold to propel himself further.
