Lance Ice 4

As soon as the words left my tongue, the elders wasted no time in their attack. Hester moved first, forming a globe of fire in her palm. With a snap of her wrist, the burning sphere shot toward me, growing larger as it approached.

I turned to counter when the ground beneath me shifted abruptly, throwing me off balance. With hardly any time to react now, I spun while withdrawing Dawn’s Ballad from my ring. In one fluid movement, I launched a shockwave of frost from my blade, exploding the flaming globe prematurely before falling back.

“Tripping over your own feet, Young General?” Buhnd snickered, his hands glowing in an aura of yellow.

“For someone with so many muscles, you sure use some cheap parlor tricks,” I jeered, pushing myself up from the ground.

The dwarf shrugged. “I’m not the one that just fell on my arse.”