"it seems while it's berserk, it doesn't react to damage"
Theia noted.
All that meant to Zaine was that this death wouldn't be as painful for it as it had hoped.
Something suddenly flickered in the corner of his eye and his wing instinctively moved to shield him.
The attack did minimal damage and even allowed his wings to get a bit of a charge from absorbing it. He looked to the side, seeing a slightly less muscular and smaller orc with a weird looking rod.
"Shaman"
He grit his teeth, looking at how much time he had left. That whole sequence had taken about thirty seconds, meaning he had lost quarter of his time.
Snarling, he formed another concentrated blast that snowballed back into the size of bowling ball, firing it at the shaman.
A translucent barrier rose in front of it but the attack broke through it like it was a pane of glass, charging towards the shaman.
