[Lava Lance!]
After declaring the name of the aether art, I concentrated Terraqi and Ignarii aether into my palm before shaping the energies into the shape of a spear and solidifying it into molten lava.
With a roar, I threw the lance as hard as I could at the Citrine-Horn Lindwurm, nailing it's side as it had its attention focused on Slug-at-Arms and Terra.
A roar of pain rumbled out of its mouth at the sudden attack, while the aforementioned duo of warriors turned towards me with surprised expressions.
Their surprise turned to smiles of relief once they realized who it was that saved their hides.
[Lady Nepherage! It's good to see you!]
[Likewise, Terra!]
[See, little lady? I told you that my letter would arrive in the nick of time,] Slug-at-Arms bragged with a small hint of pride.
Unfortunately, this proved to be Slug-at-Arms' downfall.
