Emma took off first, hammer slung over her shoulder, boots cracking the thin ice with every heavy step. Each stride sent shallow fractures racing outward, as if the ground were already bracing for impact.
Azalea moved right behind her. She drew her scythe in one smooth motion and sliced the ground.
Roots erupted instantly.
A thick vine surged upward and forward. Azalea jumped onto it without slowing, riding the growth as it arced through the air. Wind snapped her cloak as the vine kept growing beneath her feet.
She cut it again mid ride.
The vine she stood on withered immediately, drying into a brittle husk, while a fresh vine burst from within it and carried her onward. The dead remains crumbled behind her, turning to dust before they even hit the ground.
Kenth hesitated for half a second, then looked at me. Most likely just asking me for the plan.
Seriously, just ask dude.
"We need to burst him down," I said. "Do you have any high output attack?"
