"Keep the formation!" Cecelia's voice rang clear over the chaos, firm and steady.
The mage in their party quickly darted to the side, his robe fluttering as he swung his blade toward the beast's legs. Sparks flew as the edge bit into muscle, forcing the creature to slow its charge.
But Cecelia didn't move back. She held her position, eyes locked on the massive third bear as it barreled toward her, each pounding step shaking the ground.
With a deep, rumbling roar, the bear raised a paw the size of a shield and swiped at her.
The air itself seemed to tear as the claws passed inches from her face, the gust ruffling her hair and sending a few loose strands drifting.
Cecelia's left hand flared with soft, golden light not to heal, but to strike. She focused, condensing the magic until it formed a sharp, shimmering edge that gleamed like a sword made of sunlight.
"Radiant Edge", she shouted.
