The swordsman lunged forward, blade wreathed in crackling lightning, only for a wall of ice to rise from another mage's outstretched palm and shield him from a whipping tail strike. He wasn't just a swordsman, then.
Battle mage — channeling raw elemental force straight through the steel instead of casting it separately.
I hovered at a distance, watching the fight take shape.
Ten fighters. Each one radiated the kind of pressure I'd only felt from S-rank Seekers back home, although they were still weaker than Alexa and the rest of her group, thanks to my guidance.
The wind-blade caster carved thin arcs through the air, each one aimed at the same weak point along the serpent's jaw.
It was obvious that they knew what they were doing.
The earth mage planted his feet and drove stone spears up from beneath the creature's belly, not to pierce the scales but to disrupt its footing, buying the others half-second windows.
