THE DOOR
Nia cheered from behind her, launching a crescent-shaped blade of compressed air that severed the arm of another climbing beast.
The Vanguard fought with breathtaking coordination, but Mwajuma was the undisputed god of the battlefield. She was a hurricane of earth and muscle. She formed heavy, dark-shale gauntlets over her fists, stepping into the fray. She didn't use blades. She used the blunt, catastrophic force of the earth.
A beast lunged at her, its hands crackling with explosive purple magic. Mwajuma ducked the blast, grabbed the monster by its thick, grey throat, and drove it face-first into the solid petrified wood of the deck, shattering its skull instantly.
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