Nine mana-created snakes surged out of Tycondrius' sword... biting... snapping... and entangling their ethereal bodies around the lizardolich. Hissing furiously, they worked in tandem to crush the comparably smaller creature's bones... causing them to creak under the force... to fracture... to snap.
"Ah... hahaha... HAHAHA!!! What's this??" The lizard guffawed, "I cannot be defeated by THIS. These broken bones... will regenerate in minutes..."
Tycon narrowed his eyes, the sweat on his brow, dripping cold... and he calmly observed the situation.
The poisonous bite of his mana-created snakes were ineffective... It was to be expected, considering the lizard's particular... condition.
As it was reasonably safe, Tycon carefully went down to a knee, sticking his blade into the hard-packed dirt.
It changed nothing.
"They can keep you immobilized," He spat, before wiping the blood spilling down his mouth. .
