With a shout to his younger companion, the older Elf rushed me, ignoring the frost that thickened on his armor as he drew closer.
His daggers shone a pale green, and I grit my teeth as I felt Quintus coming from behind, the two Elves pinching me between them...
And the many soldiers that still threw themselves forwards, effectively pinning me down in the center of my domain.
My eyes fluttered around the battlefield, and I decisively spun and targeted Quintus, wanting to lesser the amount of variables that I needed to worry about around me.
He wasn't expecting me to shift my focus to him, but the Elf didn't falter whatsoever, instead just raising his own wind sheathed daggers and surging forwards, the two blades aimed for my chest.
Hefting the broad dagger in my right hand, I waited for us to collide, before activating the shield and grunting.
His magic was still rather potent, and I could feel the shield I created cracking under the pressure.
