She had assumed that the logical choice was to dispatch the powerful close-range warrior to defend the area with the most possible cover.
She had guessed that it made more sense to focus on the more open side while the demon pinned down the advancing knights from the covered side.
She'd been terribly mistaken.
Sparks flew as Fanilly narrowly intercepted the tip of the demon's spear, the shock of the impact reverberating up the length of her arms and into her core.
Her teeth clenched, she slide back along the grass, only to be greeted with a crimson blur as the demon's weapon became a curved sword. Using the flat of her own blade, Fanilly was able to guide it off-course just enough in the same motion as she threw herself to the side.
The axe that followed bit through thin air, as she disengaged as quickly as she could manage.
She'd made a mistake.
A core element of the plan she'd put into action relied on the demon being deployed to cover the Southern approach, and she'd been completely mistaken.
The light burning the air ahead made it clear there was no time to focus on her failure. There wasn't even time to evade.
All she could do was----
Swing.
The Blade of the Iron Rose Knight-Captain flashed through the air in an instant. The speed honed by days of practicing dueling against the Gentle Blade ensured she was able to intercept the bolt of magical energy in the same way she would have intercepted a blade.
Her body rocked. She felt the earth beneath her feet break. She felt a burning sensation run through her arms as heat rushed through her sword.
Her body twisted.
The spell that had been launched at her was deflected.
It was rushed. She could hardly aim.
The spell was sent sizzling by, just past the demon's head and hurtling off into the distance.
Fanilly nearly hit the ground, gasping, her body shaking as she barely caught herself.
But there was no time to lie still.
She had guessed that it made more sense to focus on the more open side while the demon pinned down the advancing knights from the covered side.
She'd been terribly mistaken.
Sparks flew as Fanilly narrowly intercepted the tip of the demon's spear, the shock of the impact reverberating up the length of her arms and into her core.
Her teeth clenched, she slide back along the grass, only to be greeted with a crimson blur as the demon's weapon became a curved sword. Using the flat of her own blade, Fanilly was able to guide it off-course just enough in the same motion as she threw herself to the side.
The axe that followed bit through thin air, as she disengaged as quickly as she could manage.
She'd made a mistake.
A core element of the plan she'd put into action relied on the demon being deployed to cover the Southern approach, and she'd been completely mistaken.
The light burning the air ahead made it clear there was no time to focus on her failure. There wasn't even time to evade.
All she could do was----
Swing.
The Blade of the Iron Rose Knight-Captain flashed through the air in an instant. The speed honed by days of practicing dueling against the Gentle Blade ensured she was able to intercept the bolt of magical energy in the same way she would have intercepted a blade.
Her body rocked. She felt the earth beneath her feet break. She felt a burning sensation run through her arms as heat rushed through her sword.
Her body twisted.
The spell that had been launched at her was deflected.
It was rushed. She could hardly aim.
The spell was sent sizzling by, just past the demon's head and hurtling off into the distance.
Fanilly nearly hit the ground, gasping, her body shaking as she barely caught herself.
But there was no time to lie still.