The Zoraxarian began to close in, clicking and slithering closer towards Egon with their razor-sharp appendages. Desperate for a way to fight back, Egon mustered what little strength he had left and launched a feeble attack.
His powers felt weak, and the Zoraxarian shrugged off his fireball as if it were a mere flicker of a lighter. He could hear them taunting him, pushing him back with their sheer strength.
As the approached, Egon took a deep breath and flickered his hands.
"Okay, Egon, you got this," Egon muttered to himself.
He took a deep breath and flicked his hands.
He noticed that the earth around him made changed.
"Can I use the Earth's natural ability here?" he said surprisingly.
He tried to send powerful spikes and it worked.
"It worked!" Egon exclaimed. "I mean, of course, it worked".
