Aethel's air, thick with the stench of decay, stirred as Incursio raised her hand. The storm above her crackled with a renewed fury, responding to her unspoken command. A ferocious wind, howling like a banshee, tore through the plaza. It wasn't a gentle breeze, but a living entity, whipping debris into deadly projectiles. Goblins, their scrawny bodies no match for the gale's fury, were sent flying through the air, their shrieks swallowed by the wind's roar.
The orc chieftain, still sprawled on his crude throne, roared in defiance.
Roar!
But defiance was useless against the Calamity Girl's power. A monstrous wind blade, condensed from the very air, materialized in Incursio's hand. It shimmered with an otherworldly light, a chilling fusion of wind and lightning. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled the blade. It sliced through the air with a deafening crack, leaving a trail of scorched earth in its wake.
Swoosh!
