The second warrior attempted to leap aside, but Elena's control was absolute. The ground rose to meet her mid-jump—*WHUMM*—hardening into a jagged stone fist that slammed into her midsection—*CRUNCH*—with bone-crushing force. Ribs splintered audibly—*crack-crack-snap*—puncturing vital organs as the warrior was driven back to earth. She landed in a broken heap—*thud*—blood pouring from her mouth—*gurgle*—as she tried unsuccessfully to scream through shattered lungs.
The third attacker managed to close the distance, blade thrusting—*swish*—toward Elena's throat. The queen pivoted smoothly—*scrape*—one hand rising in a sharp gesture. Stone encased her forearm like natural armor—*crackle-clak*—deflecting the blade with a metallic *SCREECH*. Her other hand plunged forward, fingers rigid, the stone coating extending to form deadly points—*shrrk*.
