"Godfrey—!" Isolde's voice barely registered as she blitzed forward, appearing behind the elf girl with her ice spear fully manifested, but this one had longer blades, almost like short swords attached to both ends.
The blades were jagged, like they were carved from rock. One side, clearly the main blade, was longer than the other, but the violet ice that made the spear blades was eye-catching.
The moment Isolde appeared behind the elf girl, she swung her spear upward. Sparks lit up in a millisecond as her spear clashed with an arrow, but it was quickly incinerated by the violet ice.
Isolde made a semicircle with one leg, planting that foot to the ground for balance as she spun the blade, deflecting several arrows. Godfrey couldn't see them coming; it was like Isolde fought against the darkness, but the sparks and sound of collision were as clear as day.
'Grand… Prince?' Tempest tilted his head toward him.
