--This chapter is written in Elizabeth's POV--
Chasing after the Colonel led me directly towards a group of soldiers.
Some readily aimed their weapons, others charged furiously, and a few took a step back to cast their spells.
The sound of the shells striking my barriers and falling to the ground became a rhythmic, pleasant symphony.
As they activated their Gifts, the soldiers punching my barriers grew bulkier. Some had their fists coated in poison, mud, or fire. Some had spikes and shapes growing from their limbs, while others radiated with an elemental aura.
Upon contact with my shields, their strikes would trigger all sorts of effects, from explosions to bursting shards.
Their magic grew even more unnatural as water would rain upwards like razor edges expelled from the ground, and fire would bend like a fluid whipping at the air as spider threads attempted to bind my limbs
All extremely interesting.
All extremely ineffective.
This wasn't anything new, though.
