She charged while Damien created shadow constructs that harried the General from multiple angles. Elara's golden spears rained down in coordinated barrage.
The General was forced fully defensive for the first time, its blade moving in complex patterns to block three simultaneous attack vectors.
Seria's left sword found another gap in the armor – this time piercing deep into the General's side. She twisted the blade, drew it out, drove her right sword toward its exposed neck.
The General caught her wrist mid-strike with its free hand and squeezed.
Seria felt bones grinding, then breaking. Her right hand went numb, sword clattering away.
[SERIA: SEVERE INJURY]
The General's blade came up, aimed at her throat, and she knew she was about to die.
Golden light exploded between them.
Elara had abandoned ranged attacks and closed to point-blank range, both hands pressed against the General's chest armor, divine magic pouring into the demon at maximum intensity.
