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Clusters of ice shot up from the ground. Wyatt had retreated, swiftly kicking off from the ice. He soared through the air. Quickly, he landed on his feet, skidding backward.
Wyatt halted, knotting his brows. What was this new power? He had always heard of Joan's competence, but he had simply assumed that she was merely a skillful swordswoman. But ... she was more.
He quailed. He could not afford to have her risk the lives of others with such a powerful ability. He had to plunder her conciousness before too late. There was a wall of ice in front of him. He quickly bolted toward it, thrusting back an arm. He focussed most of his energy in his arm, and the remnants were directed at his torso. The hardness of his arm—bones and muscle—was on par with metal.
