So far, Faluel had managed to deflect crippling blows by conjuring explosive spells in front of the enemy's weapons at the last second and detonating them at point-blank range.
The Hydra was immune to her own mana, and the ensuing shockwaves hurt her much less than the Adamant blades would. The Isharas, instead, took the full brunt of the explosions and were blown away, giving Faluel precious moments of respite.
"Come on, suckers. I can do this all day!" She lied through the teeth of her third head as it took a deep breath of Invigoration to replenish her mana and heal her body.
"That's a game two can play!" A male Ishara lunged with his spear while his two team members regained their strength with their breathing techniques.
Faluel parried his thrust and intercepted the stinger of his tail with one of her mouths. She bit as hard as she could, her fangs pumping acidic venom into his tail. The Ishara grunted in pain and unleashed two more attacks with his pincers.
