The two mage-killers dropped into the basin still blinking smoke from their eyes and landed directly on top of a rune array Kaelira had carved into the dirt. The detonation launched both of them sideways into silver constructs Sylvaris had hardened to the density of castle walls, and the concussive boom rattled Blossom's teeth even from twenty meters away.
Kaelira charged the nearest one with a war-hammer she'd forged mid-explosion, and Lyra closed on the second before he'd peeled himself off the barrier wall.
Blossom watched them engage and her stomach dropped.
The mage-killers were bleeding, ears ringing, shrapnel cuts across their faces, and it didn't matter.
"[Mana Sunder]!"
The first one deflected Kaelira's hammer with a dagger parry that redirected the entire weapon's arc without absorbing any of the force, and his counter came in the same motion, a short thrust that punched through Kaelira's chestplate like the enchantments woven into the metal were decorative.
