Grand Mage - Alaric Steele

Alaric barely had time to think as the Elite Demon lunged forward again, its massive greatsword cutting through the air with a terrifying whoosh. He twisted to the side at the last possible moment, feeling the wind from the blade rush past his face as it slammed into the ground, shattering the earth beneath him.

 

Brita wasn't faring much better. She used her Ice Magic to propel herself backward, skating across the frozen surface she conjured beneath her feet, narrowly avoiding a vicious claw swipe.

 

"This is getting ridiculous!" she hissed, conjuring a series of razor-sharp ice spikes and launching them toward the demon's exposed flank. The ice crashed against its dark armor-like skin and—

 

Did absolutely nothing.