Some Casters and Supporters, a few feet away, seeing this sadistic rampage unfold before their eyes, decided to end it before she could reach their lines.
Three of them worked in tandem to boost the offensive output of the fourth — a wiry, pale boy who was in the middle of conjuring a massive, crackling sphere of compressed plasma.
"Maximum Output — Solar Flare Cannon!" he shrieked, feeling the need to call out his attack's name for whatever reason.
Putting on a show for the sponsors, perhaps?
His voice was shaking under the accumulating strain of channeling that much volatile energy, though.
Alexia only noticed when he thrust his hands forward. It was too late to dodge by then.
The incandescent sphere detonated off his fingertips and streaked across the battlefield like a moving miniature sun, leaving behind a wake of superheated air.
