While two of her daggers hit true, fading into blue light moments after, the rest were unable to reach their target in spite of Fio's layered offensive spellcasting. More worrying then that, however, was the manner in which the Fomorian shrugged off the injuries so swiftly and responded with two daggers of his own.

The petite witch had no choice but to construct a barrier as quickly as possible, without even being able to verbally cast. The resulting circle of light was thin, fragile, conjured as swiftly as she could manage. As such, it shattered almost instantly upon the dagger's impact, sending them hurtling off in different directions but also transferring their impact to the small girl's body. The air whipped past her as Fio was thrown backwards, holding her hat and by extension Mieka on her head as she fell from her floating barrier.

It was only just barely that was was able to form another barrier before she hit the ground, catching herself in mid-air. Had she fallen all the way, it was quite likely she would have been injured.

The Fomorian was quite capable of enduring pain, that much was obvious.

Fio scowled as she regained her footing, thrusting her gleaming sword into the sky. She was going to catch him with a direct hit this time, she had to!

"Create five phantom swords, from above!"

At the absolute edge of the range of her ability to manifest swords, she materialized the first phantom blade in the air. Each subsequent blade formed somewhat closer, a line forming above the Formorian and pointing downwards. Certainly, from this distance the would be more unstable, but it meant at the very least the moment they dropped he would be forced to disengage to the side. He would be struck if he didn't move, and if he tried to evade by moving backwards the other blades would catch him.

If Fio could start controlling his movements, she'd be able to lock him down!

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