The Realm of Ice Elves (27)

As Orion's shield locked with the Queen's claw, Cy took his opening, his spear poised like a lightning bolt ready to strike. He lowered his stance, every muscle coiling like a spring before he exploded forward, a blur of motion against the frozen battlefield.

The Queen sensed his approach.

With a shriek of fury, she reared up, her massive body looming over him like a collapsing glacier, aiming to crush him beneath her mountainous weight.

But Cy was already in motion.

He dropped low, rolling beneath her as her enormous bulk rose, the ice cracking in protest where she had been a moment before. His spear lashed out mid-roll, its darkened edge flashing like a fang of the abyss, and he drove it upward into the weakened joint in her plating—one of the fissures left by Aisa's earlier strikes.

Impact.