Meeting those all too familiar malice filled eyes of a monster, I grit my teeth and continued to pour mana into the barrier, before swiftly tracing out the runes for another spell as I placed some trust inside my barrier, something that the angel must have found irritating if the way it repeatedly stabbed at the ice with short, controlled thrusts was any hint at its feelings.
With the roots and the gnarled sword slamming into the barrier over and over again, I had little time to do much else as I stood there besides cast a single spell and return to fueling the barrier, which was now covered in a regenerative bubble of water that froze over whenever a portion of the ice dome was cracked, supplementing the damage done and working alongside me to keep me safe.
