Sensing danger in the approaching blade, Bregror and Salsahara leapt leftward as one, while Alfraed darted right, his hands already weaving the spell that would shield his siblings, the barriers materializing in the instant between heartbeats.
The obsidian blade cleaved through the air where they had stood moments before, its dark energy leaving a trail of distorted space in its wake. Alfraed's barriers shimmered into existence just as the blade's aftershock rippled outward, the force slamming into the crystalline walls and sending shards scattering like shrapnel.
Salsahara waved her fingers and three layers of restrictive magic circles materialized below the armored figure. The creature roared, its mismatched armor clattering as it strained against the magical restraints. Salsahara's brow furrowed, her silver eyes narrowing as she poured more mana into the spell, her fingers trembling slightly under the strain.
