Cait drew upon every ounce of strength and resolve she had and unleashed a fury of attacks. Four separate tendrils formed and one by one they slammed into Mongul. One. Two. Three. Four. Each hit with the force of steel.
Cait didn't stop. Countless hours of training allowed her to do multiple attacks at once. Ice formed around his feet and legs while another bubbled formed around his head.
"ATTACK HIM NOW!" she yelled to the others.
Anger drove her on. She sensed another very faint water source from the direction of Mongul. She reached out toward it.
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