The boss's level indicator floated five tiers above Diana's own, placing it just within the range where she could read its attributes. Her eyes moved quickly across the data, and her expression tightened.
"Kira," she said, her voice clipped and deliberate, "what is your physical defense when Divine Armor is active?"
"Sixteen hundred." Kira's answer came without hesitation. "I'd go down fast."
Diana didn't blink. "Swap with me. Put on my gear."
Kira opened her mouth to refuse, but the dungeon floor shook before the word left her lips. General Malan, the White Bone General, had already spurred his skeletal tiger into a charge, his halberd raised high as his roar crashed over them like a wave.
"Intruders, die!"
