On the opposite flank, Eva had already closed the gap with the Wind Paladin. Her Scarlet Aura exploded wildly—a dark crimson violently churning like a vortex of fresh blood. The barrage of wind blades sent by the Paladin was instantly cleaved in half mid-air, unraveling into nothing more than a harmless breeze.
Without losing a shred of momentum, Eva's left fist drove hard right under the knight's jaw. CRACK! A precision strike straight to the central nervous system. The knight's eyes rolled back, knocked out cold before he even hit the ground.
Roland glided nimbly toward the most disoriented enemy—a young Water Paladin who was still stuttering through a defensive chant. Roland had no intention of killing him. The diplomat's short dagger slashed across the young man's wrist with razor-like speed. Slash! The young Paladin shrieked in terror, dropping his light-sword along with his bloodied hand.
