"Great," Jill muttered with a deep sigh, the sarcasm heavy in her voice as she drew both sabers from their sheaths.
The twin blades flared to life with a brilliant glow, runes along their edges flickering to form intricate patterns of shifting light.
The air around them vibrated faintly, each rune humming in a low, resonant tone that merged with the rising tension in the mist.
The weapons weren't just forged metal—they were alive with pure eidric power.
Rox, meanwhile, pressed her thumb against a button on her synthetic arm.
*hissss!
A sharp hiss escaped from the seams of its frame as the mechanical plating shifted, revealing glowing conduits that began to pulse with power.
Steam vented from the arm's joints as the system primed itself, the dull red lights shifting to an aggressive blue hue.
She clenched her fist once—testing—and the sound that followed was the distinct whine of energy coiling, ready for battle.
