Frostedge glided across the desert, a thin sheet of ice forming beneath his feet as he skated with effortless grace. And this guy—seriously—this guy was skating like an Olympic athlete, weaving and maneuvering with unbelievable agility.
He closed in quickly on his two targets: the archer skeleton and the mage skeleton. The moment they noticed him, both locked onto him with precision.
The mage skeleton unleashed a volley of magic missiles, while the archer skeleton moved with unnerving speed. Despite being nothing more than a collection of bones held together by a mass of shadow and green energy, the skeleton moved with the grace and agility of a living being!
Frostedge swung his sword repeatedly, conjuring discs of ice in midair with rapid precision. The icy shields blocked each projectile as he advanced, his movements fluid and calculated.