Instantly, the three creatures seemed frozen. On closer inspection, they were still moving, but with exasperating slowness.
Olivia then rushed forward, her khopesh tracing precise lines. She did not have the raw power of her brothers, but she was a fifth-circle magical warrior, with an aura approaching B+ rank.
For a twenty-year-old human, this was a prodigious level, and it was what placed her fifteenth in the academy's overall rankings.
Her combat showed her strategic intelligence: she accelerated her own time to strike faster, slowed her opponents to create openings, and her sword always found the flaws in the rocky carapace.
Kris, on the other flank, unleashed more direct power. His spear, enveloped in the flames of his Blazing Lion Art, was a tornado of destruction. He struck with titanic force, shattering the golems into pieces, explosions of fire and stone hurling incandescent shards.
