Intense wind slammed against Anorah's back as she was hurled away, tearing through the blazing battlefield. A wave of pain surged through her being, and she gritted her teeth as her will flickered, struggling to hold itself together.
'I was pushed back.'
The clash against the three siblings had ended in her loss. Though it was to be expected. They were each almost at the peak of the viscount rank. It was a miracle her will was still in one piece.
She spun mid air, her golden hair whipping wildly. Her eyes narrowed on the three streaks of light blazing toward her with terrifying speed. She dipped, evading a flame engulfed blade that tore past her head.
Ignoring the hot air whipping against her face, she threw herself to the side. An explosive force crashed into the earth she'd stood on moments ago, sending debris and dust everywhere.
