Titania's spear left her hand, the coiling thorns forming it separating into a replica, then two. They multiplied until eight identical divine spears hovered around her.
Surprisingly, she gripped one of them and assumed a battle stance with almost no exploitable openings.
Simultaneously, her sleeveless dress and long gloves turned into silvery liquids that squirmed on her skin, reshaping themselves, then condensing into a tight red armor and dark bracers covered in pulsing magical symbols. Finally, her crown morphed into an integral helmet from which only her green mana filtered through the line of the visor.
She beckoned with her finger, taunting Garduck to attack. And he obliged.
From the ground, Adam waved his hand toward his general's falling figure.
Space roiled beneath Garduck, folding as he passed through it and reappeared above Titania, his infernal broadsword chopping down like a burning axe.
However, she reacted instantly, her hands moving with deceptive delicacy.
