Before Trent could make a move to defend Acarr, Donaero swung his arms with immense force, sending the [Craft]ed blade flying like a pendulum through the air. The Mana-forged weapon, sharp and gleaming, tore through the dusty atmosphere with terrifying speed, aimed directly at Acarr, who was still advancing, unaware of the imminent danger.
By the time the deadly blade became visible to her, it was too late to even summon an Essence shield. The blade slammed into her stomach, slicing through her centaurian body with a brutal force. The impact was so severe that it lifted her off her hooves, as if the blade itself were trying to fling her into the air.
"Fuck," Trent cursed out silently as vapours of white Essence sizzled from his own chest. He could see that was a deadly strike blown to Acarr, and there would be likely no healing from that.