It would have been a great plan if Typhos' yellow eye didn't flare up, releasing a burst of air element that reminded Morok of Life Maelstrom.
The yellow lightning coursing through his body made the Fomor so quick that he intercepted the weapons before they struck and so strong that he tossed the Tyrant against the wall like a ragdoll.
"A beast will always be a beast! You are nothing compared to the power that the human race was destined to wield!" Typhos reached Morok while he was still flying, hitting him with a flurry of fists empowered by the Maelstrom-like energy that deformed the Adamant of his armor.
At the same time, Protheus had partly reverted his body into the gelatinous form of a Doppelganger to flood the corridor where Lith had moved to avoid the Nidhogg's acid. The liquid mass suffered no harm from War's cruel edge and it was seeping through all of Lith's orifices, drowning him.
