The Gate of Asteria

Rav appeared in a blink. One moment, he was nowhere. The next, he landed gracefully in front of Oberyn, his robe fluttering in the cool air, one foot barely touching the ground.

He turned his head and swung his fan once - or maybe more than once? It was hard to tell. In an instant, the giant Heena exploded into clean, angular pieces.

It was staggering. No spells. No chants. Just devastating precision and unreal speed.

Rav flicked his fan across his face. Not even a drop of blood on it.

"Next time, you're on your own, boys. I hate dogs. Oh," he said, glancing to the left.

He threw his fan into the swirling cloud barrier. Oberyn didn't see anything, but a sharp wail cut through the fog. The fan flew back into Rav's hand and he clacked it closed, tucking it neatly into his robes.

"So much for that barrier," Oberyn muttered.