Not teleported. Folded. Like a playing card turning over, he appeared behind her, standing on the ceiling. Droplets of water from a broken pipe fell up around him.
But as her blade pierced the space where Jevil was , he wasn’t there anymore. rivals of aether deltarune
He was gone. The only evidence of the fight was the cooling plasma blade in the drain, the dripping water, and Clairen, alone, kneeling to pick up the small, dark diamond. Not teleported
Clairen, the last Warden of a dying star system, held her plasma blade low and steady. Her feline ears twitched beneath her battle helmet, tracking every sound: the drip of condensed magic from broken pipes, the distant chime of the Great Clock, and the ragged, rhythmic tapping of a cardboard tail. Droplets of water from a broken pipe fell up around him
“Belong? Belong? The Warden speaks of belonging in a world that is nothing but belonging to someone else!” Jevil cackled, his voice splitting into a chorus of mocking harmonics. “You belong to your duty. I belong to my freedom! But freedom, dear kitty-cat, is just another cage… with a lock I have swallowed!”
She activated her temporal surge. Time slowed to a honey-thick crawl. Jevil’s grin stretched, but his movement became sluggish. Clairen saw the opening: a clean thrust through his chest, right where a heart should be.