Alicia gritted her teeth, slamming her staff into the ground. "[Frost Lance]!"
Spears of ice erupted upward, skewering two trolls through their legs. They howled, staggering—but instead of retreating, they thrashed more violently, the berserk state amplifying their madness. One troll snapped the ice with sheer force, blood pouring from its wounds, and charged again with no regard for its life.
"Damn it, even my magic barely slows them down!" Alicia shouted, her breathing ragged.
Nyra fired another volley of arrows, her hands trembling. "[Piercing Shot]!" One arrow found the throat of a troll, bursting through the back in a spray of gore. But the creature, instead of falling, lumbered forward until collapsing only when its body finally gave out.
Her arms shook as she drew again, her blood soaking into the wrappings on her wrist. "There's too many!"
