My Blood Wizard System
Sânge Furtună hits the rail that runs straight off our broken balcony and I drop with it, wind roaring in my ears, Hellebore Mist drawn and hungry.
The first soldier dives at me, spear leveled for my heart.
I flick my wrist.
Lightning answers before I do, forks out of clear sky and punches straight through his chest plate.
He explodes into wind and feathers.
One.
Remy is a black-and-gold blur on my left, full dire-coyote, leaping from island to island, tearing wings off with his teeth.
Every time he lands, the ground cracks like thunder.
Seras is a sunrise with fists, she punches straight through three soldiers at once, armor blazing so hot their armor melts off them mid-scream.