"You useless mana-less wretch... how much longer do you plan to block my way with your barbarian muscles?"
A column of blindingly pure arcane light burst from his blade, illuminating the cavern.
< Judgment of the Southern Lance >
Makira exhaled a puff of scorching steam, her metabolism accelerating to its absolute limits.
Aidan swung his blade down. A beam of destructive light capable of obliterating everything surged toward Makira. At the same moment, the warrior became a silver streak, a kinetic blur that seemed to defy the laws of perception.
In a roar that drowned out the clamor of the attack... Makira brought her axe down. The clash between arcane mana and raw steel produced a shockwave that pulverized the surrounding pillars.
Makira's pure physical strength, completely devoid of mana, began to split the pillar of light. Her muscles propelled the axe blade with phenomenal torsional power.
"You've just got a big mouth, Adrian!" she shouted while laughing.
