The hooded figure continued its relentless assault, each strike a torrent of black, acidic liquid that bubbled and hissed as it clashed against our defenses. Every impact filled the air with a sickly wet sound and the stench of decay.
"Ignis, watch out!" Aria's voice pierced through the chaos of battle.
A wall of her divine energy materialized between the acid and my face just in time. The liquid sizzled upon contact with her light, the two forces locked in a silent clash of wills.
"Thanks, partner," I muttered, already on the move.
When it came to burns, I was the expert. Using the wall as cover, I circled around the impact zone. Predictable as ever, the hooded figure hurled another stream of its liquid energy in my direction.
With a leap, I infused my divine dagger with fire, letting flames dance along the blade. I hurled it with all my strength, the knife slicing through the air before embedding itself squarely in the attacker's chest.
