"We've got company," Garan snarled, his mouth slightly peeling back in a feral expression.
His eyes locked onto the two monstrous entities looming above them—small but winged, the other a towering juggernaut of muscle and steel-like flesh—its arms were giant gleaming blades.
Their corrupted forms radiated a pressure so intense it made the very air feel like sludge.
Biyo pulled free both his axes from both his hips with a practiced flick of his wrist.
Ice began to crackle and form along the blades' edges, layering them in jagged sheets of blue and white frost.
Mist curled from the blades, the air around began to grow subtly colder as Biyo released his eidra.
"I'll go for the giant," Biyo said, his voice even and calm.
He tilted his head toward Garan, a small smirk forming as if prodding Garan.
"I've dealt with giants before. Frostborn, tundra behemoths… even an ice dragon once. This one won't be much different."
