Flashes of light filled the air, light chains lashing out in every direction—multiple strands weaving and slithering through the sky like glowing snakes.
A volley of arrows, forged from the same radiant energy as Jirael, rained down from above, crashing toward Jirael with relentless force, forcing her to summon a barrier of light that shimmered into place, just in time and absorbed the barrage completely.
"Is that all you got!?" Jirael shouted, her voice sharp, though her breathing had turned ragged, the constant strain on her body finally starting to catch up as her limbs grew heavier with each passing second.
"Of course not," Vendrael replied, narrowing his eyebrows as he exhaled slowly, his breath steady with focus while his fingers released the light-string of his bow, sending arrow after arrow streaking through the air in a continuous, unbroken stream aimed directly at her.
