Nyra didn't wait for a signal. She stepped forward with her, wind already swirling around her. Zephyra followed, low to the ground, her body tense like a coiled spring.
As they neared the cave's mouth, Nyra whispered, "Let's make this quick."
Zephyra growled in agreement, then launched forward, her claws tearing into the dirt as she burst through the entrance.
The seven creed members inside barely had time to turn before a blast of wind scattered the front line. Nyra swept in behind it, her eyes focused and calm, her presence sharper than before.
"Aeris Bind: Frostlash."
Twin arcs of wind shot forward, twisting midair as they shimmered with freezing mist.
The gusts coiled around two mages, a battle mage and a robe wearing artificer locking their movements as frost spread over their arms.
The cold was brutal and fast, forcing them to struggle against the bind.
One of the others shouted, "Intruders! Capture the girl and burn the beast!"
