Xerion's mouth was spread wide, fire and shadow clashed in a storm, but even the End-Tyrant staggered when the Elite lunged.
Its claws slammed down, splintering the earth where Kelvin had stood on earlier. The shockwave flung him backward with dirt clogging his mouth as Xerion hissed protectively over him.
Lyra's traps snapped tight around the Elite's arm, with shadow tendrils dragging it for a heartbeat. Salaris dove, talons slashing across its glowing fissures and sparks of green energy hissed outward.
The beast only grew angrier. Darius cursed, pressing both his palms to Rhoam's back.
The armored panther roared and leapt, while his claws was glowing with soul-rune resonance as he ripped across the Elite's thigh.
It staggered, but a necrotic ichor poured over him like acid. Rhoam growled in pain, but didn't falter, even as his armor hissed and was blackened.
