"QUINLAN ELYSIAR! I'LL KILL YOU!"
The magma and ice converged on him from two directions.
Alexios planted his feet and his longsword came up in a single rising arc that split the ice lance down its center, the frozen projectile detonating into fragments that sprayed outward in a hail of frost and shrapnel. His blade didn't stop. The momentum of the cut carried into a spinning reverse stroke that met the leading edge of [Molten Cascade] head-on.
"[Severance]!"
The golden edge carved through the magma the way it cut through everything. The molten wave split along the line of the cut and the two halves crashed past him on either side, liquid rock splattering across the scorched earth and turning the ground to glass where it landed.
Heat washed over the Royal Guard formation and the tankers raised their shields and cast protective spells that caught the splash, glowing white under the thermal assault.
