The clash was instant. Fenric's five skeletons surged forward like a tide of sharpened bones, their movements crisp, dangerous, drilled with perfect precision.
Aria braced herself, her two skeletons intercepting the first strike. The sound of bone against rusted steel rang out sharply. She clenched her teeth, forcing her rhythm into them. Left guard, right strike, hold—steady! Her constructs moved, a little clumsy but functional, crossing their arms to block a downward slash. Sparks scattered as the sword scraped bone.
Meanwhile, Laxin's skeletons… did not march so elegantly. One lurched forward with arms raised like it was preparing to hug Fenric's soldiers. The other half-tripped, half-stumbled, dragging behind like a drunk.
"Focus!" Fenric barked. "The fight is not waiting for you."
