40 Fall from grace

The tiny blood blades flew at Ginevra like a cloud of deadly, flesh-tearing fog. Her incantation halted with a grunt of pain when the first blades tore through the gaps in her armor, bit into her skin.

Ginevra rose her arms to her face in a reflexive gesture of protection, one that saved her eyes. But the assault wasn't over yet. There was still mana in Cael's spell, and the blades kept whirling around Ginevra.

But to Cael's shock—and admiration—even that didn't stop Ginevra from finishing her spell. 

"<…your power be my chilling shield and indomitable fortress!>" she shouted and slammed her leg in Cael's direction.

A wall of jagged, pinkish from blood, icicles grew out of the ground right before his feet, threatening to pierce him with its edges. A defense and protection at once.