"I have no choice…" Kryssia replied, raising a barrier of ice that blocked a barrage of thrown spears. The tips shattered against the crystalline wall.
The next moment was hell.
The orcs advanced all at once. A living wall of muscle, teeth, and steel. There was no strategy, only the brutal force of numbers. The crushing wave crashed down on them both like a tidal wave of flesh.
Xenovia didn't retreat. With a roar, she leaped into the mass, her sword arcing and exploding in flames. The front line of orcs turned to coal, but ten more took their place. A club came down on her head; she dodged, twisted, and severed the enemy's arm, blood spraying her face. Another came from behind; she impaled it without looking, kicking the body away and clearing space to continue advancing.
