The man's steed unleashed its maw, gaping wide like a cavern, while a compressed, crimson typhoon surged forth with ferocious intent, hurtling towards Jerouch.
A flicker of unease flashed in Jerouch's eyes as he beheld the formidable assault hurtling toward him. He discerned the sheer might behind it, realizing that evading it entirely would prove challenging even for his trusted mounts.
He gestured with a flourish, his hands dancing through the air, as if conjuring a spell from the depths of his very being. In response, thick, sinewy vines burst forth from the sky, their emerald tendrils intertwining with an elegant grace that bespoke of their sheer power.
They wove together, each strand entwining with another, until they formed an impenetrable barricade of verdant foliage.
