Yenna moved like a missile with her fist first coated in ice as trailing ice crystals that shattered against the air itself. The plant woman's eyes widened.
The plant woman's hands came up. Vines erupted from the warehouse floor, weaving together in a split second, forming a dense circular shield of interlocking wood and thorns. The shield was thick—nearly two feet of compressed plant matter, reinforced with mana.
Yenna's fist hit the shield.
BOOM.
The shield held for a few seconds.
Then the frost spread through it. Ice crawled through the vines like poison through blood, crystallizing the cellular structure of every plant fiber in the shield. What had been flexible, living wood became rigid, brittle, dead in the span of a heartbeat.
CRACK.
The frozen shield shattered.
The impact transferred through—full force. The plant woman took the remainder of Yenna's punch directly in her chest.
Her eyes bulged.
The wall behind her didn't stand a chance.
CRASH.
