Armia wove magic and steel together. Her blade caught a warrior's sword while her free hand traced another spellsign in the air.
"Glaciar, sub pedimus!"
Ice spread across the forest floor, catching one of her opponents mid-charge. His feet went out from under him, armor clanking as he crashed down.
[Not so tough when you can't plant your feet, huh?]
She noticed something about these darian. These warriors fought like they were invincible. Like their strength and size made them unstoppable.
In other words, they were arrogant.
"Terra spina eruptio!"
Stone spikes erupted from the ground, forcing her remaining opponents to dodge awkwardly. The motion brought one right into her sword's path. She opened his arm from elbow to wrist, earning a roar of pain and rage.
Around her, the rest of the unit was barely holding their own. A lot of these human recruits weren't prepared for darian strength, for the sheer brutality of warriors who could crush stone with their bare hands.
