The twin sorceresses' coordination was a sight to behold, a deadly dance of fire and ice that forced a low whistle of appreciation from Marcus. One misstep, one mistimed spell, and the hulking creature would capitalize in an instant. For mages whose defenses were as fragile as glass, a single solid hit was often a death sentence. The sheer precision required to maintain the assault was immense, a constant, draining focus.
He could almost feel the mental strain they were under, a high-wire act where the only safety net was each other's timing.
On paper, their flawless assault should have kept the monster permanently on the defensive. But this thing was an anomaly, a brute that defied logic. Not only was it absurdly tough, but it was also deceptively fast. Every time the Water Sorcerer's Freeze failed to land, the creature would lunge, its twisted form closing the distance in a heartbeat, forcing the two women to scramble and reposition in a frantic blur.
