"Move fast!" he yelled, beckoning the others forward.
Cyrus followed close behind, his aetheric blade glowing brighter with every step. A lizardman rushed him from the side, its molten axe swinging in a brutal arc. Cyrus barely managed to bring his blade up in time, the clash of weapons creating a shockwave that knocked nearby ash into the air.
Rather than meeting the creature's strength head-on, Cyrus sidestepped, guiding the force of the axe downward. The weapon embedded itself into the ground, and Cyrus twisted his blade, slicing cleanly through the exposed neck joint of the lizardman's armor. The creature crumpled, its molten glow dimming as it fell.
