Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20160908114616/@comment-25073873-20160916134127

Illya smiled, as she slashed her sword down on the spiked hand and leapt at the same time, releasing one of her bladed shockwaves that her sword could perform. She didn't care so much about the damage as causing a blast wave to form, which sent her flying higher, as her feet contacted the ceiling of the dungeon.

Illya's legs bent, as she seemed to absorb the force against the ceiling, a golden portal appearing above her, as she pulled out a silver warhammer, and pushed off the ceiling with all the strength her legs could muster, flying straight at the atronach, swinging the warhammer down on it with the help of her momentum and gravity.

Against something hard as ice, blunt force was the best way to make it shatter. A sword was less effective than a mace. A greatsword was less effective than a warhammer. An explosion was the best way to cause structural failure. These principles, Illya learnt from her father, and she knew how to apply them.

Also, if she didn't have the strength to bring a heavy weapon down on an enemy, she could use help from gravity. Illya understood that things like warhammers focused on momentum to bring speed, which was why downward strikes were more effective thant sweeps.