A jet of water sliced through the air, severing the elf's arm at the elbow. The creature shrieked as its weapon and limb fell to the ground, black ichor pumping from the stump. Lieutenant Mira appeared at Naia's side, her auburn hair wild around her fierce face, water swirling around her like a living shield.
"Mount up, Princess!" she commanded, her voice steady despite the chaos. With a sharp gesture, she drove a spear of concentrated water through the wounded elf's eye socket. The creature's head exploded in a spray of gore, its body collapsing into a twitching heap.
Naia scrambled onto her horse, heart hammering against her ribs. "Thank you," she gasped, pulling Mira up behind her.
