Arokleth managed to conjure a much stronger barrier, but she underestimated the strength of the twin attack, the barrier shattered in a blazing explosion, hurling Arokleth backwards and charring the front of her dress. She quickly got back to her feet, seeing Erica draw a sword, and consequently went for her own blade. Reaching for the hilt of her parasol, she drew a sword of her own out in one smooth motion, the blade elaborately decorated and not seeming to be made of any normal metal. Oddly, the blade was too wide and too long to have possibly fit into the parasol she had used as it's sheath. She switched the 'sheath' into her other hand, holding it gingerly between horrifically burned fingers as the attack continuing to grow in strength as she poured energy into it.