Vlad was about to bring his focus to the mage when several drilling rocks descended upon him from the ceiling.
He rolled across the floor, narrowly avoiding the drills as they slammed into the marble, cracking it apart with explosive force.
He grabbed a table and placed it above him to block the incoming strikes. Naturally, the drills pierced through the wood, reaching straight for his torso. He managed to dodge two of them, but the third struck his shoulder, its rotating shaft digging inward, splattering his blood out. The drops splashed on his neck, the floor, and the table.
His eyebrows twitched from the pain, his jaw tightening as the drill slowly stopped its rotation.
He slammed the table away, finding Jenny's body glowing with auburn mana, dozens of rock drills spiralling around her.
She had not moved from where she stood. The drills orbited around her slowly as if waiting for the right moment to strike.
