Zeryon focused his mind and channeled his own energy, calling forth the power of the elements to aid him in battle. The air around him crackled with electricity as he summoned the iron rod, which he hurled at the approaching robed figures.
The blast struck them square in the chest, turning them into black dust then dissapeared from the earth. Zeryon wasted no time and charged at them, his weapon at the ready. He deftly parried their counterattacks, his movements fluid and precise.
As he fought, Zeryon's thoughts drifted to Gina. He had promised to protect her, and he would do whatever it took to keep her safe. He could hear her voice in his mind, urging him on, and he drew strength from her words.
The battle raged on for what felt like never ending, with Zeryon and the robed men exchanging blows in a fierce dance of death.
