The released weapon quivered slightly while floating under the palm of the Nullmancer, every moment of spontaneous brightness it took inspiring fear and awe!
Grim grinned from the distance.
He gave Allora a knowing look that she quickly understood.
'So that's one of the boss' heavy-hitters he mentioned...' she thought.
By looks alone, it didn't disappoint. Its length and shape didn't allow room for long-lived delusions about escaping from it alive.
Nedalia certainly felt so.
Her face was drained of blood, her reflective eyes fixated on the crooked, gleaming menace.
She knew she had to defend with everything she got.
Before her mind even thought to be wary, to be afraid and to guard, her arms had already burst into motion, beckoning the mirror shards around her to form a spherical cage that couldn't be broken through; a fortress that would lead what smote in another direction while burying her figure protectively in its determined mass.
