The students, unwilling to be her stepping stones for success, charged ahead in a stampede.
Leaving behind clouds of dust, warriors took up their weapons, mages began to chant from the rear, and archers leaped to higher ground to aim at her.
"Such intensity..." Trish blinked, drawing her blade. Her blue eyes illuminated with a fiery glow, followed by an eruption of pale Aura that lifted her hair up.
"...but not enough."
With a scream of her own, she lunged forward and met the army.
One against a hundred.
It sounded impossible—given her age—but that was what geniuses did best.
They twisted logic into absurdity and made the impossible possible.
[Snowdance, Stage 12: Avalanche]
She kicked off the ground, her sword shimmering with a pale light, which she directed at the frontline.
Her attack, true to its name, held the pressure and destructive nature of an avalanche as it devoured everyone on the front line.
[Student Trish...]
[Student Trish...]
