They would not be in time. At least, not entirely.
Despite his seemingly uncontrollable rage, Zohran still knew the meaning of defence. Wildly swinging his swords, he howled and created a zone of metal and claw that deflected a small part of the oncoming onslaught.
At the same time, to the intruders' great surprise, pillars of yellow sandstone rose from the ground to smash several more spells apart. To their knowledge, none of these three possessed an earth or stone affinity.
In the end, only a third of the launched spells impacted Zohran's body, but these still sent him howling back the way he came, blood seeping from between his trembling, jackal lips.
Zohran suffered a heavy blow before combat even began, but it did bring a hint of clarity back to his feral eyes. "Gah!" he snarled as his body hit the floor and he instantly scrambled back to his feet. One clawed hand quickly grabbed his head, digging his nails into the skin beneath his fur.
