Ester faced the two remaining elves, their expressions frozen in an impassive mask of death. With a swift movement of her bladed arm, she blocked another arrow, snapping it in half with a snap.
"Is that all you have?" she sneered, her splattered blood glinting like jewels against her pale skin.
The two elves exchanged a worried look before splitting. The one on the left aimed for her heart, while the other shot at the side of her neck.
Razia
With a thunderous roar, a wave of energy exploded from the center of Ester's chest, bringing with it rocks, trees, and snow in a deadly whirlwind. The force of the technique crushed the trees to dust and tore off branches, reaching for the two elves.
Their arrows were deflected, and Ester stood amidst the destruction, her hair blowing in the wind. Her smile was a crutch of cruelty and blood.
"Weak human," the survivor growled, "you don't know who you're dealing with! I'm an elite member of the Royal Guard!"
