Elaine was swift and terrifying when using her style full of rage and fire. With each s***h, she sent fiery crescents toward her opponents. This was enough for the soldiers, dozens of whom had already been reduced to little more than smoking embers, to turn around and flee. Panicking, they threw their weapons down in an attempt to mount their horses faster. Elaine wasn’t going to let any of them go.
She pushed off the ground and soared into the sky. She seemed to hang there, somewhere high above, for a moment. Like a spirit of fire or the goddess of battle. She whispered something and streams of orange energy enveloped her. At the same time, the Princess ran her index and middle finger over her blade, and then swung it, aiming the attack down, toward the ground.
Alongside Elaine, thousan
