The first shockwaves of the battle struck us a half-second later. The Primal Guardian brought its fists down in an overheaded slam that shattered the earth, sending aftershocks rippling through the earth. Borealis shrieked, flapping his wings as brutal gusts of wind slapped their undersides. My stomach flipped into my throat as it shoved us higher, but he quickly stabilized.
An explosion of red frothed in the rising cloud of dust and debris. and a figure shot between the guardian's fists. It reared back, but he closed in on R'lissea, his sword raised for a downward strike.
R'lissea waved her staff, and the trees bristling across the elemental's torso erupted, firing like ballistae bolts at him. Dozens missed, but one landed on his shoulder. The trunk shattered off his armor, but the force of it altered his path.
