Mio
The frontliners weren't the issue. She could handle frontliners: punch, Spark, move, repeat.
The mages were.
Casters on the upper tiers lobbing fireballs and hexes in rotation, one volley landing before the last one faded. She'd killed a dozen with Spark already. They kept replacing themselves.
Life Blooms dotted the arena floor. Thirty, forty of them from the fodder she'd punched through, each one a fuse sitting within chain distance of the next. It worked in the slime incursion. Worked in the husk incursion. No reason it wouldn't work here.
Pon.
That's all it took.
Arrows rained from the upper tiers. She ducked under the first volley, sidestepped the second, Sparked a third out of the air. Missed the iron hammer swinging from her periphery.
It caught her across the ribs and knocked the air out. She dropped to one knee and the horde didn't give her a second one.
