Instantly, her demeanor shifted from devoted friend back to the Ironwill of Mortality. She violently shoved the hammer upward, throwing the massive Orc King off balance.
In the same fluid motion, she spun like a golden top, and she spun the Blessed Blade with her, cleaving the infested air.
A localized wave of condensed kinetic Will erupted from the blade, slamming into the Orc King's chest and sending the fifteen-foot behemoth staggering backward with a choked grunt.
Once Astensia's feet touched the ground, she planted those silver greaves firmly in the dirt, leveled her greatsword horizontally with both hands, and pointed the tip directly at the monster's heart.
"Glorious Sword Projection!" she yelled.
Then came a deafening blast of pure, holy energy. And with it, the Blessed Blade elongated.
A massive, ethereal projection of the golden sword—fifty feet long and blindingly bright—shot forward.
