Sweat lined his cheek, dripping from his chin as he shook both of his arms, feeling a ringing, dull ache emit through them after the potent release of nebulous lightning.
Just as he witnessed a potent aura gather around the Orc God, manifesting into an unknown magic–it was intercepted by a blast of golden flames that engulfed the orc in its entirety.
"What–?" He let out, perplexed.
Looking to the right, his eyes lit up as he saw the source of the flames; the draconic, demi-human man, accompanied by the rest of the guild recruits, and the familiar head of azure hair he could never mistake.
As the flames came to an end, the Orc God only seemed disgruntled by the sudden warmth, having held his arm up to try and defend against it before from behind, a certain, hammer-wielding priest reared back his weapon.
"Down you go–!" Felix roared out.
