Damien's eyes narrowed as the figure stumbled, its aura flickering. 'This is it,' he thought, tightening his grip on Nightshade. He surged forward, aiming for the figure's exposed side, its momentary weakness creating a rare opening. He didn't hesitate. His feet dug into the stone floor as he sprinted, primal energy coursing through his veins.
Just as he was about to strike, a sharp gust of wind surged from behind him. Elorin had already launched himself into the fight, his wind energy trailing behind him like a storm. The air cracked with power as Elorin swung his dagger, aiming for the figure's head. Damien saw it too late.
'Damn it, idiot!, we need coordination not wild attacks!' Damien cursed internally, but it was too late to stop him.
