Before Khione could reinforce it, bolts of lightning arced over the wall, forking toward her. Khione's free hand swept up. A disc of mirror-bright ice, layered a hundred times thin, formed in the air. The lightning struck it, refracting wildly and scorching the ground around her. The heat from the fire attack washed over her left side; the ozone scent of lightning filled her right.
Then the Shatter Knight was there, having flanked her with surprising speed. It didn't use a weapon; its fist, pulsing with destructive energy, drove straight for the ice wall. On impact, the law did its work—the already-cracked wall didn't just break, it disintegrated into a cloud of harmless powder.
Khione was exposed. The Fire Knight recovered, heaving its sword for a downward cleave. The Lightning Mage gathered a larger, roiling ball of energy.
This was the forge. Pressure. Chaos. Multiple vectors of attack.
