"Damn! What was that!" Exile groaned as he scrambled to his feet and looked around in a daze.
The blast from Parthus' spell had disorientated the members of Ragnarok. As they tried to regain their footing, cursing escaped from them as they tried to make sense of what had hit them. Exile's eyes turned towards the ships as they narrowed. 'That spell... It was more than just wind.' As he thought about it, he wondered if Parthus was a wind god. But it was too soon to reach that conclusion just yet.
"Exile... Some of the weaker members have taken quite a lot of damage from that attack." Clay whispered as he approached.
Exile frowned as he checked his own stats. But he had not taken any damage at all. 'So, it targets weaker players while only applying a knock back and disorientating effect to those of a higher level.' His eyes turned back to the ships as he summoned another lightning bolt, thoroughly wrecking an already damaged ship.
