Like writhing tendrils, the conjoined energies surged and lashed out the instant the arrow came at a grinding halt, targeting the other elves.
Fighting spirit and mana mixed, formed into a blast that struck one off the branch they were perched upon, another was struck by a tentacle-like motion of the energy, slashing them across the forearm, whilst another was instead pierced right in the thigh.
What had been added upon the arrow was far from precise, it was instead a chaotic mess which Litrakq had only manifested with a single,vague order, which was to maim anything alive wherever the arrow was going to land.
Dimios had once told her that purposefully making something to be fallible, or requiring the person in charge not to commit a mistake could empower the final result, some sort of 'rules' and 'conditions' thing.
She wasn't sure that she had truly understood the nuances, but it looked like it was having an effect, somewhat…
