The Dragon's Heist: Sibling's Trap

BAM! Lydia rushed forward, her sword burning with holy magic.

"Sorry, but here you die!" Vars shouted, swinging his staff [Rib Slasher]

With his swing, tens of sharpened ribs flew out, cutting anything they came into contact with. When one of them touches the ground, it leaves a deep gouge.

CLANG! With a swing of her sword, Lydia deflected one of the ribs away, releasing a holy spark.

^I knew it. Alphonse might be stronger and faster, but he's ultimately a commander. His movements are calculated, so he's easy to guide away. This woman here is a different breed. She's a frontliner, a suicidal idiot who charges head first.^ Vars growled, seeing her running toward him directly instead of taking cover.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Lydia smacked all the ribs away as she charged forward, her eyes fixed on Vars's phylactery, the red gem in his chest. That's where a lich hides its soul, its true body, and one weakness.