'She's not as strong as Maia,' Laz thought to himself as dozens of skeletons ran out from the blasted wall, only to be mowed down by the combined might of the guards weapons and the attacks from the Chosen. Annie, who was passive before, was now giving it her all, throwing wind blade after wind blade into the hole in an attempt to destroy more of the room and maybe block the hole.
The problem was the armor of the skeletons, something that didn't look like anything that had been used in the past anywhere in the world, was actually resistance to the elements channeled by the chosen.
As for Laz, he stood firm at the approaching deity, not because he was frozen in place, but because he felt that somehow, she wasn't as much of a threat to him as she should be.
