The troll's punch collided with brutal impact, instantly shattering four of the barriers. The last remaining shield frosted over, brittle and straining against the cold.
But there was no reprieve.
The troll's next strike was already underway.
Its arm pulled back once more, its enormous fist gathering even greater force.
The barriers had barely reformed when the second blow descended, each shield cracking in rapid succession.
The ability-wielders grimaced, their resolve tightening as they constructed another set of shields.
Once more, five layers of defense materialized.
Yet from the rear of the formation, Gin observed the scene with a calculating gaze. He shook his head.
"Not enough," he murmured.
With a subtle incantation, Gin unleashed his prepared spell.
A powerful force field rippled ahead of the defensive line, imbued with an absorption attribute designed to mitigate the troll's attacks.
BOOOOOM!