With a flick of his wrist, Chase unleashed a storm of ice shards that pierced through the undead, each shard embedding itself with a sharp crack. "Ice Shard Barrage!" he shouted, the sound of ice shattering echoing in the air as the undead staggered backward, frozen in place.
"Impressive!" Xaiver called back. "Keep it up, Chase!"
Chase pushed further. He thrust his hand forward, causing sharp ice spikes to spring up from the ground. They shot up like spears, impaling any undead that stood where they emerged.
"Ice Spikes!" he yelled, gritting his teeth in concentration. The spikes erupted from beneath the feet of another group of undead, catching them off guard and freezing them solid in an instant.
"Damn, that's awesome!" Mia shouted as she used her wind manipulation to propel herself into the air, dodging an incoming swing from a rusted sword. "Keep those spikes coming, Chase!"
