Three kobolds rushed, their pickaxes raised to swing at the Heiress.
But their pickaxes sank harmlessly into the red fabric of her dress, no blood, no reaction, as the Heiress calmly raised her war axe.
Slash!
Two heads fell, one body sliced unevenly in half, an imperfect strike that made Rosana click her tongue.
"That's twenty-three for me already," Rosana slung a waraxe on her shoulder, her gaze darting at Lila. "And you?"
Lila's brows twitched, Mel's presence lingered behind her like a gentle pressure as Lila raised her hand. "
Not a shout, but with a calm, indifferent voice, three icicles of ice and snow shot forward, breeze howling of an early winter as they lodged into three kobolds' heads.
As their lifeless bodies fell, fragments of ice spread as the icicles fluttered off like snowflakes, leaving behind faint traces of blood tinged with ice-blue.
