It slithered around the woman's ankles, so secretively that she did not notice. By the time she was throwing another attack, her feet had been firmly gripped, and she fell to the ground with a thud.
Something was odd, though, Varziel could not help but notice that these two attackers were not trying to overwhelm him.
No.
They were stalling.
But stalling for what?
He did not have the time to think as a hum behind him pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned to the first attacker, blocking his curved blade. His muscles burned as he pushed back against the strength behind the curved blade. The armored warrior leaned into the clash, pressing Varziel closer to the ice barrier.
It was then that he realized that the hum he'd heard wasn't from the sword itself—it was coming from the air around them, like the buildup before a spell detonated.
