The silence after the first battle didn't last long. For the next two days, the trio patrolled the Eastern Pass and its winding side canyons. The goblins were like weeds; crushing one patch just revealed another. Small scavenging parties, hunting groups, stragglers from the broken village—they encountered them all.
But now, they were a team, a proper one when those weren't fighting. The initial, explosive coordination settled into a smooth, lethal rhythm. It was like watching a well-oiled machine made of earth, wind, and water.
They were moving through a narrow, icy canyon when chittering echoed from above. Goblins dropped from hidden ledges, falling on them with crude daggers.
Levy didn't flinch. She didn't even form a full dome.
"Aqua Shell: Personal."
Three individual, form-fitting bubbles of water flashed around each of them just as the goblins landed. The attackers slid right off the slick, resilient surfaces.
