"Pwah! YOU! I AM GOING TO—PWAAH!"
"Yeah, yeah, keep yapping all you want."
Gerard fought, then he ran. Elian fought, then he chased. The being of pure lightning tried to brute his way out of the cage but retreated soon after. Seeing this, Elian's smile deepened.
As I thought, your mass turned to plasma; it makes you nearly indestructible, at least so long as you remain pure energy…
Without any remorse or fear, Elian pummeled his opponent's face again and again. As Gerard was currently a lightning elemental, he didn't have an actual body. It was more like he turned into an incarnation of plasma and electricity.
And that was what the Tyrant was exploiting. Like fighting a snowman or a golem made of rock, the elemental's body had limits. The stuff that made up "him" began and ended somewhere.
If you shaved off more pieces than what the elemental could replace, then logically that would mean its death.
At least that was what Elian concluded.
"HAAAA!"
