The air vibrated around her as she rose, her muscles taut with effort. Her aura crackled, a golden glow running along her arms. She had never liked these last-minute interventions, but Beriel and his allies were going to be slaughtered if they kept going like this.
The Manticore abruptly turned its head toward her, its eyes gleaming with predatory intelligence. A growl rose from its throat before it violently beat its wings, sending a wave of miasma in Alpha's direction.
With a fluid motion, she pivoted mid-air, narrowly dodging the toxic attack. The next instant, she dove, fists clenched.
Beriel, half-kneeling, looked up just in time to see her swoop down on the monster. His eyes widened in surprise.
Alpha smiled. "You really should stop forcing my hand, bro."
Then she struck.
