"A blind Kragh. Earth and metal. A wounded Martial Demon who manipulates gravity."
Elara watched Sonya and Akaza move away from the Runemasters, her staff resting loosely in one hand.
"You killed Grey Pike, broke Ironcrest, and apparently believe being sent to fight me is the easier assignment."
Sonya tilted her head, listening to the woman's footsteps.
"This Honourable asked for your brother. Complain to little kitty. Not me."
Beside her, Akaza rolled one shoulder, winced, and shifted his stance. Neither missed the slight tightening of Elara's fingers.
"Then let me make the arrangements more comfortable."
Elara touched her staff to the ground, and winter raced past them. Ice swallowed the clearing, climbed the shattered walls, and joined the enormous spears left by her earlier barrage. Beneath Sonya's feet, frozen layers began sliding against one another, filling the ground with overlapping tremors.
