In the blink of an eye, Mary assessed her situation, her sharp gaze locked onto the screechers closing in.
These creatures were tough, their shoulders, legs, and heads like armored shields that even her thunder struggled to penetrate. But their bodies? Semi-resistant, yes, but not as formidable.
The thought crossed her mind, I wonder how these bilge rats'll hold up to a bit o' slashing an' stabbing instead.
The screechers encircled her, their shrill cries echoing off the stone walls.
Mary's back was pressed against the narrow opening. Electricity crackled in her hands, casting a glow that kept the creatures at bay, the light acting like an invisible barrier.
Her previous attack, the one she'd unleashed to carve a path to the opening, had drained her reserves.
Every surge of electricity, every orb she'd controlled, and the light she maintained had sapped her energy. But she couldn't let them see her falter.