The first volley of projectiles hit Seraphine's ice wall with the force of a battering ram. There were cracks all over the frozen surface, and she had to put more mana into keeping it up.
Even though the air was warm, she could see her breath coming out in clouds. "That's maybe three or four more volleys before this breaks!" she yelled, her forehead already sweating.
"Then we don't let it sit for three or four more!" Marina was already on the move, and her frying pan shone as she turned on its flame absorption features. "Let's spread out so that it can pick targets! We're dead if we cluster!"
The Brotherhood broke up into practiced formations, and each member knew what to do without having to be told in detail. They had trained and fought together for months, which had made them almost telepathically in sync.
Greg stood in the middle with his shield, which was the most obvious target. Marina moved to the left with her offensive skills.
