Whisp - Weaving the serpent

The assassin didn’t pause. He leapt to the air, spinning like a tornado, and launched dozens of throwing blades. Elsa spun smoothly, her hands swaying across her. Something huge and serpentine floated around her, a great wispy beast of spectral blue. Its twisting dance gathered up the blades, slowing their momentum and letting them fall harmlessly to the floor.