Not many would venture head first into a death sentence, but not many were smart.
The kind of craftiness to persist even in the face of total annihilation.
It was that kind of battle intelligence that they desperately needed to turn the tides in a landslide.
'Well, not necessarily a landslide, but just enough to gain a glimpse of victory.'
Thalia's thoughts reeled in with the burning warmth that began to creep in her system.
Cancerous damage from the fiery air they inhaled.
The crisp nature of the air was becoming venomous. Toxic to the Human system, and she could feel it down to her core. Literally.
The tempest rose to the air, scorching hot. Crimson in nature. It burned with the shade of mass that pulsated in the grasp of Mila.
Imposing its presence upon the world.
Thalia's bones rattled to the force of the wind as it hit her. Raw power that nearly tore her limbs apart. But it couldn't. Not with mana spontaneously shielding her system.
