[Ice Needle. Rank 1-star]
A classic. Small. Precise. But instead of launching it like a projectile, she tossed it sideways—off course, angled to miss on purpose.
Lucavion didn't even look at it.
But as the needle passed his right shoulder—it burst.
Not a shatter. Not an attack.
Just a flash of cold mist.
Thin, harmless—enough to fog his peripheral vision for a single second.
She was already moving to his left.
Lucavion's estoc lashed out again, sweeping through the mist. Almost too fast to dodge.
'Down—!'
She dropped low, hands skimming over the frost-laced stones, her cloak dragging in a tight arc. Her fingers curled again.
[Frost Pulse. Rank 1-star]
The spell leapt from her palm as she rolled—purely by reflex, bursting from her skin like breath turned to ice. A raw flare of mana, wide but weak. It wouldn't knock him back.
But it would tilt his weight off center.
