Like a discus thrown with the full force of an Olympic athlete—arms, waist, thighs, every ounce of strength concentrated into a single perfect release—Arisu's body cut through the air in a whip-like arc, skipping endlessly across the sea. At that speed, hitting the water was no different from hitting concrete; every impact sent waves dozens of meters high into the air. After skipping more than twenty times in one breath, her role as the most defensive Pretty Cure, with greater endurance than the others, allowed her to recover. Arisu shook the seawater from her face and, stepping across the crashing waves, charged relentlessly toward Ash!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The dragon head on his raised left arm fired volleys of black fireballs at her. Gritting her teeth, Arisu had no choice but to squeeze even more strength from her body in pursuit of greater speed! Spinning, leaping, charging, retreating! Like a fighter jet flying headlong into a missile barrage, she desperately swung her arms like wings to avoid being shot down.
After making several rapid, short-range evasive maneuvers to dodge the increasingly dense fireballs, Arisu knew that if she had not intensified her training after their previous fight, she never would have been able to avoid them! She had no time to think about that now. Facing Ash, whom she had forced herself close to, Arisu leaped up and clenched her fist!
"Ash—!"
This is my range! It's fine, I can defeat him!
Just as that thought arose in Arisu's mind, she vaguely saw light beginning to flicker from Ash's withdrawn right hand, so she instinctively shifted her body away from that side.
But when she saw clearly what his right hand was, her eyes widened.
His right hand was also a dragon head that breathed fire!? No, this