His breathing went shallow and fast, the old warrior's lungs seizing against a pressure his body read as being crushed alive, and his sword cleared its scabbard in one smooth motion.
"Father, I'll take its attention, you attack from a blind spot!" Elisabeth shouted, going from the pissy woman to the famed Dawn Breaker in a single breath.
Behind the two humans, Myrasyn was forming a spell circle. "She barely wears any armor, aim for her vitals! We have to kill her quickly!"
Isveth meanwhile began prowling to the right, looking to get around the terrible creature and attack from behind.
Nyxara took another step.
Alexios staggered.
His front knee nearly gave, and the grunt that left him was involuntary and furious, the thousand-year-old king who refused to kneel, though his body had stopped asking for his opinion.
Nyxara took a third step, and the stars above them went dark.
