"NOW SONNA!" Thalion exclaimed as he disengaged with his opponent.
The moment he did, darkness and flames twisted behind the four-armed brute—shadows coiling like living smoke—and Vaeloria appeared swinging her blade at his head powered with laws, silver aura trailing in a lethal arc.
Nia appeared slicing at his lower half as flames caused space to twist a bit—obsidian-black fire roaring outward in hungry tongues.
SHKK! SHKK!!!!
In an instant the fifth calamity brute fell—head severed clean, torso collapsing in a spray of blood and shattered armor, body hitting the ground with a wet thud that sent ripples through the mud.
Then Sonna dove into action as Nia and Vaeloria shot off in separate directions.
This had been planned for a while now and it was no need to talk. Nia went to engage Sonna's opponent while Vaeloria moved to defend the stronghold —her sword carving a protective arc through incoming attackers, doing her all to hold on.
