Lysander's body ached from the earlier attack but his determination of wanting to safe as many soldiers as possible burned brighter than the pain. He summoned his Magic and immediately feeling the familiar crackle of energy course through him. The soldiers were start to faltering. Their lines breaking under the relentless assault of the beasts. He couldn't let more of them them fall.
Without wasting another moment Lysander took to the sky and go toward the embattled soldiers like a bolt of lightning. As he neared the front lines he extended his hands and arcs of lightning erupted from his fingertips. The air buzzed with the scent of ozone as the lightning streaked out, striking down a dozen beasts in an instant.
The creatures convulsed and their roars of pain cut short as they collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
