As Irys' Warhammer drew closer, the very air around it seemed to pulse with anticipation. With its quick reflexes, Draven reached out his claw, catching the incoming weapon.
When they made contact, a colossal shockwave erupted, sending ripples across the battlefield and pushing back nearby combatants.
The ground quaked, and even distant buildings felt the repercussions of the clash.
Liam seized this distraction to position himself strategically. Irys, using the recoil from the throw, propelled herself forward, greatsword in hand. Both of them now flanked Draven.
They now coordinated their strikes to exploit any opening in Draven's defense. His blade aglow with fiery energy, Liam unleashed a rapid series of strikes, each slash sending embers into the night.
Irys, wielding her greatsword with precision, aimed her attacks at Draven's legs and tail, seeking to cripple his mobility.
