Lysander heard the deafening roar of the giant beast reverberate through the forest, the force of its sound pushing him backward. The wind whipped violently around him as he crossed his staff and sword in front of him, bracing against the onslaught. With a surge of will he managed to stop midair, hovering as the echoes of the beast's roar faded.
The creature's furious eyes locked onto Lysander again, its monstrous form still dripping with the corrupted blood that oozed from the wound he had just inflicted. Its gaze still burned with rage as if it was still alive.
Lysander knew that brute force alone wasn't going to be enough to bring this thing down. He needed to take advantage of every small opportunity he got and landing attack on its vulnerable spots. Lysander steeling himself drew on his Magic once more. Lightning was appearing along his staff and he prepared to strike again.
