"Grandpa!"
Forsha yelled, skidding across the cracked marble. She ducked under a stray shard of ice and caught the elder before he hit the ground.
"You're literally falling apart! You need to rest, your spine aren't made of dragon bones anymore!"
The Ice Caster Gigante didn't miss the opening. Seeing the veteran warrior compromised, she let out a shrill, mocking laugh. She began to chant a low, melodic incantation, her feet becoming encased in blades of streamlined, frictionless ice.
She began to skate across the ballroom floor with terrifying, blurred speed, her hand forming a jagged crystalline spear aimed directly at Corneo's throat.
"Die with your 'cool lines,' old man!" she shrieked.
But just as she reached the pair, a shadow loomed over her.
BOOM!
