No one on the scout team was afraid for Terios's well-being as that monster couldn't even feel the sting of the blade burrowing deep into the flesh of his face.
He only raised his hammer high in the sky, looking down at the Edoranian gifted like the grim reaper at a poor soul he was about to harvest.
"Push through this!" The Edoranian raised his sword straight towards the sky, welcoming a rain of lightning that all reached the tip of his blade, concentrating a terrifying amount of this energy at the tip of the blade.
He began to form this lightning into the shape of a dragon, unleashing his electric brath on those who were foolish enough to stand in its way.
But before he could have unleashed the dragon on Terios, a sudden attack from the left made him strike towards the incoming attack.
A concentrated, blood-red ball of fire.
