Alexia ignored Erik's warning and turned around to shoot a mana arrow at one of the soldiers, who blocked it with his sword and then cut it in half with his blade.
There was an eerie silence as the two opposing forces fought each other in the forest. The elite Frantian soldiers moved as one, their resolve conveyed clearly by the expressions on their faces. They were all highly skilled warriors whose intimidating presence reflected their prowess and years of experience.
The Frantian soldiers gave a guttural battle cry as they charged forward, their weapons shining brightly in the dim light of winter. The group Erik was leading sprang into action, with each member deftly shifting into a different role in the fight.
Garrett led the initial assault on the opponents. His Aclaitrium longsword made a buzzing sound in the breeze, and the sharp radiance of its edge shone brightly. Each blow was like a deadly gust of wind, a raging storm that had been honed to a razor's edge.