The swordsmen seemed to have underestimated the length of her polearm their engagement. Soanala spun the exotic spear in a wide arc as the men hopped over the frozen and broken bodies of their comrades, and its magical blade sheared through half of one's neck and across another's belly. A swift stab impaled the latter before she wrenched the weapon free and gritted her teeth an arrow bit deep into her shoulder and another bounced dinged off her mithril breastplate.<br/><br/>She barely parried a slash from the next swordsman while the distraction from the ballista shot granted another a shallow hit on her arm. With her ally out of range and apparently safe, she diffused her toughening aura and flashed a bright white as bitter cold enveloped her and blasted the soldier that struck her.