Elsa stood in the center of the throne room with her eyes shut.
The silence stretched for a few seconds, and then she heard it. The beat of wings, three sets of them, tearing through the air from three different directions.
'They are coming.'
She did not move until the very last second. Then she swung her sword and unleashed a slash through the air.
CLANG!
Three swords collided with hers in a massive explosion. The shockwave hurled her backward, and her boots dragged against the floor as she skidded, but she did not stop. She planted her foot and pushed herself back up.
The throne room did not have much space. It was limited, but it was enough for her to work with.
She flapped her wings and lifted off the ground. She shot forward fast, headed straight for the angel on the left. She did not need her eyes. Its sound, its energy, and the way it moved through the air told her exactly where it was. She came in with a full slash.
The angel raised its sword and blocked.
BOOM!
