The three were already repositioning.
Kaltros moved first. Tall, slim, with pale skin and silver hair tied neatly behind his head. His face showed no emotion, eyes cold, calculating. His long coat fluttered as he raised both hands, ready to cast again.
Silveth appeared to his left, almost dancing.
A wiry man with messy blond hair and sharp green eyes that sparkled with thrill. His black armor was light and close-fitting. He spun his twin daggers between his fingers, smiling like a predator.
Gromma stood to the right, grinning wide.
A mountain of muscle with wild brown hair and iron armor that looked stitched together from battlefield scraps. He spun a giant spiked ball on a chain, too heavy for most men to lift.
They charged again. All three.
This time, there were no gaps. No mercy.
Silveth blinked to Isaac's left.
Gromma roared from the right.
Kaltros raised both hands, the air turned sharp and white.
A storm of ice spears rained down.
