"Fall back at once!"
The young girl's delicate voice swelled after crashing against the boulders attempting to hoard the pond for themselves, and glided off the bowing branches of the trees to mingle with the waters. The situation was different when the ten of them were united; now, having lost one of their own, the bewildered quartet had to retreat.
These were the thoughts of the snow-white-skinned girl called Snowdrop; it was evident the youth enveloped in a blood-red aura did not share her sentiment. Swinging his right arm—which still bore the frigid blue remnants of ice energy—he cleaved another guard who failed to raise his sword in time in two.
