"Your choice," Elriza repeated, and drew her axe. The rune-etched metal blazed bright as she fed it with aether, the air around the edge rippling like the surface of a river as she forced the magic first one way and then the other, and at her feet pebbles danced and lightless fires burned. A thousand phantom teeth ground against one another at her command, a great grinding maw formed around the edge of her axe and reflected thrice over in the air around her, and when she swung, they bit down as one. Wood splintered and metal tore, and with a gruesome shriek the front gate of the fortress came apart, revealing a narrow passageway and a second portcullis a few paces further in.
Someone shot her then, a thunderous roar and puff of smoke ringing from the walls as one of the soldiers reacted faster than the others, but Elriza just rolled her shoulders and stepped into the breach. There was a portcullis midway down the passage and a second gate beyond that, but neither could stop her or halt the path of her axe, and with a growl she kicked aside the last broken splinters and stepped out into the courtyard beyond.
The Taalbaston Guard were the city's elite, well trained and well equipped, and even with less than a minute to prepare they were ready for her. A squad of soldiers had formed up in the courtyard beyond the gatehouse, barring the way to the tunnel that led deeper into the mountain and down to the city beyond, the front rank holding spears and the rear levelling rifles. There was an officer with them, clad in gilded finery and bearing a pair of gold-chased pistols, and at the sight of him Elriza paused. Was this the man she was after?
"FIRE!"
The line of rifles roared, a rippling salvo of flame and smoke, and with teeth bared in a snarl Elriza leaned forward and forced the aether of the earth into shape. Harder than steel her skin became, tougher than diamond, and though the elites of the Taalbaston placed every round on target she took not one step back nor spent a single drop of blood.
"How…" the officer stammered, staring at her with wide eyes as she straightened slowly amid the drifting smoke, "What manner of devilry is this?"