"Insignifiant! Attacks of that caliber will serve only to put me to sleep!" Godfrey egged on.
As the boisterous knight laughed with enough bravado to shake the room, Charlotte slashed her blade from a safe distance, sending with it a bitter wind–
["Frazil: Encapsulating Meadow"]
A field of ice stretched in front of her, quickly grasping the distance to the Exonerated Knight as spikes of frost emerged from the ground. It coated an entire half of the grand chamber, like a forest of frozen trees, even encasing the mighty knight's legs.
"Nice one!--" Jasper shouted, sprinting in.
Charlotte nodded, "It won't last long, so–!"
As they both set in, the spellblade found her hopes dashed by that indomitable smirk worn by the confident knight as he held both of his magnificent swords out.
"A bit of cold won't stop me! Not in a million years, missy–!" Godfrey announced with vigor as he banged both of his blades together.
