sol13 ice storm

As she neared the ground, Emma chucked a blast of wind downwards to slow herself. It was also liberally filled with wind blades and massively accelerated raindrops. The large gust of wind was on track to slam into part of the enemy line—

—and then condensed into razor sharp droplets of ice, still moving at velocity. Tiny little things, hardly dangerous, except they'd been made by Sasha's magic. Emma blinked as the entire section of the enemy line disappeared into a greenish brown haze, ripped to pieces by the mixing of her magic with Sasha's.

"Holy shit, newbie, that was wicked!" said Sasha. Out of the corner of her eye, Emma saw a figure with a large furry hat charge up from the trench. "What else you got?"

Emma grinned. It felt good to be useful. "How about this?"

She twisted in midair, pirouetting like she'd seen Rene do several times as she landed on the ground. It also helped accelerate a large jet of air. Emma planted her foot and pushed forward with a shout, the air jet screaming through space to rip straight down the enemy line.

Alone, it would have been decently effective, but again Sasha added her ice magic to the jet and turned the whirling dervish of death into a howling dragon that clawed through earth and flesh with wild abandon.

(Solemnis, Chapter 13)