"Let's go!" the leader shouted, his voice urgent as he pushed the third member to rise before turning to the girl behind him. "Cover us!"
The two men charged at Marcella with determined, synchronized movements. One took the lead, his sword raised high, while the other flanked her, aiming to catch her off guard.
Marcella, breath steady, narrowed her eyes. "Don't think I'll let you do that to me twice." She took a deep breath, focusing her energy.
[Blood Thorn].
With a fierce gesture, she invoked a skill.
Sharp, crimson thorns erupted violently from the ground, twisting and writhing like living vines. They burst forth with a sinister energy, impeding the men's advance and forcing them to halt in their tracks.
The girl, seizing the opportunity, nocked an arrow and fired it straight at Marcella. But the projectile was intercepted mid-flight by Marcella's [Blood Bubble], a shimmering shield of blood that absorbed the impact effortlessly.
