Without missing a beat, a sharp ice pick, sharp as a surgeon's blade, shot like a crystalline arrow towards Vorenza. But halfway across the warped space, it was violently torn asunder by a scaling red web, strands of crimson energy ripping through the frozen projectile with ease.
The other mage, leveraging the chaos, made a sharp, grabbing gesture. The very 'earth' of the realm seemed to lurch and groan, a sudden, violent displacement of space yanking Vorenza forward. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled directly into the path of another colossal ice pick, this one manifesting directly before her, its tip gleaming with cold finality. It plunged through her form with gruesome efficiency.
