Crack!
The bones in Ezra's arms shattered as the ceiling caved in on him. He was tossed to the floor, a piece of rebar spearing through his lungs. He coughed up a dollop of black blood.
His vitality surged to repair the damage as he clawed his way out. He tore out the rebar and the wound closed, his vitality drained dry. Valaren refused to give him any vitality as it raged against Y and Malachi.
Ezra swayed before taking a step forward, stabilizing himself. Seizing the opportunity, Malachi's tentacles rushed forward, wrapping around Ezra. The dragon roared as it dashed forward to save its master.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Y whirled his chains, trapping Valaren's front legs.
