"[Moonlit Aegis]!"
The defensive spell formed in the instant between the warhammer connecting and the force transferring, a disc of silver light manifesting across her torso that absorbed the first layer of the impact. It bought her ribs. It did not buy her anything else.
The remaining force launched her off the ground.
Aelindra crossed a hundred meters of open field in a flat trajectory that ended at Myrasyn's feet. She hit the earth and bounced once, rolled twice, and came to a stop on her back in a cloud of dust and debris with both blades still locked in her grip.
"Commander!"
The cry ran through the elven ranks. "Reform around the commander! Close the gap!"
The elven elites surged backward, collapsing their spread formation into a tighter defensive cluster around the spot where Aelindra had landed, blades out and bows drawn.
