Death Departure
The silver-haired newbie was pushing boundaries unexplored previously in her mana efficiency, launching wind after wind.
Sharp bursts of air shredded the thick skinned orcs, handling them after the shielder concussed them.
Combatting a slim, tall goblin that wielded bladed forearms, Yuna clashed against the shockingly fast fiend. It had its mouth completely stitched closed, silent and speedy as it spun around to utilize its sharp forearms.
A skilled goblin. It's physical abilities are respectable as well— a far cry from the norm of its kind, Yuna thought.
She was able to evade the edge of its blades, though finding an opening for an attack was a challenge in its agile aggression.
Sparks fluttered in the air as metal slid against metal, daggers smacking against flesh-infused blades.
Though she didn't speak of it, the dagger-wielding demi-human had pride of her own, especially when being challenged by a goblin—a being often thought of as the lowest of the low vermin.