Unbound

"Laur! Shields!" Vess cried.

"Already forming!"

She hurled herself from the ship's deck. The windward resisted her for only a moment before she passed it, then Vess shot into the driving torrent of the Tempest.

"On the Wing!"

Spectral wings formed across her back and flapped, pushing her aloft and scattering air Mana into a whirling shell around herself. It wasn't a warding, but it cleared the downpour from her eyes. Vess zipped forward, glaive thrust outward toward the shadowy horde.

"Galebound Glory!”

Twenty Spears manifested around her, each a copy of her arcanite weapon and all of them releasing a keening note as they sliced through the air.

"Hah!"

Vess sent her weapons hurtling through the sky at the horde. Prismatic trails followed them like ribbons of captured lightning, and each Spear generated a ghostly duplicate that spiraled at its side.