The minotaurs charged again, their hooved feet pounding muddy ground as they closed the distance with renewed aggression. This time, their formation was tighter and more coordinated, as if they had learned from their previous death.
Warren's hands moved in different patterns, summoning the same technique but preparing to maintain it rather than release all at once. The water sphere formed before him, growing larger this time.
Four feet in diameter rather than three, containing enough compressed liquid for multiple volleys. It separated into needles, the projectiles forming in the air around Warren like a swarm of lethal insects.
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