The ground trembled as the basilisk lunged, its spiked tail smashing into a tree with a CRACK! that sent splinters flying. Venom hissed off its fangs, the smell sharp enough to sting the nose.
"Nyra, you've got this," Arden called, his tone calm but firm. "Show me what you've been working on."
Nyra exhaled slowly, frost slipping from her lips as her eyes glowed faint blue. "I'll try not to disappoint," she muttered, though there was a grin tugging at her mouth.
The beast came fast, jaws wide. She spun her hands outward and released her spell.
"Glacial Cyclone Veil!"
A sweeping wind laced with shards of cold burst out, spiraling around her in a wide arc. The basilisk slowed mid-charge, its scales cracking faintly under the sudden chill. Its movements dulled, just enough for Nyra to slip aside.
FWOOSH— SHHHK!
She followed instantly with thin streaks of light, whispering blades of frost and gale.
"Frostfang Gale Blades!"
