Il Darvan roars, slamming his giant ax down the field slicing the ground. The force that cuts the ground screeches en route to their place. Can the magic barrier hold with that assault? While they stay still with their eyes wide open at the upcoming misfortune, fang-like rocks sprout from the ground. Each one shoots up, tracing the line back to where the demon stands.
“Don’t worry,” Athena laughs. “Milady is capable of both offense and defense.”
They watch the maiden as she let more thorn-like rocks grow from the ground, seeking to pierce into Il Darvan’s thick armor. Unfortunately, the sturdy armor does not even get a scratch but rather it destroyed the pointed ends of the rock hard thorns. When the thorns collapsed, Herneihmys calls upon another twin electro discharge which is now keeping the demon from making a follow up attack.
“This mage really looks powerful.” Rajid says with clear amazement drawn on his face. “Just who is she?”