Sensing the Chaos eating at his blade, the Emerald Dragon freed it by kicking Lith straight in the chest. The impact sent him back a few meters and squeezed the air out of his body, dispelling the burst of Void Flames he had kept at the ready.
Between the wound and the unstable position, the Abomination was on his back foot, open to another attack.
"It's over. Surrender now and I will make this painless." Jormun could see with the Dragon Eyes that Lith had yet to complete a spell and that the hole in his body had yet to close.
It made him confident and so he pushed forward to not give the enemy the time for a single breath of Invigoration. There was only a tiny opening between the helm and neck guard of the Voidwalker armor yet Dragonclaw found it.
Lith's seven eyes followed the perfect trajectory of the blade, all of them refusing to blink. He tried to block it with War, but he was still in a partly crouched position and his footing was awkward.
With one arm, he lacked the necessary leverage to save his life.
That's why he used two, and when that turned out to be enough, he used three. War pushed Dragonclaw away with so much strength that Jormun lost his balance and almost his grip as well.
"What? How?" He asked while staring dumbly at the second set of arms that had replaced his membranous wings and at the third that came out of his hips, where the feathered wings of the Tiamat form were supposed to be.
In his Abomination form, Lith lacked both the second set of wings and the tail, leaving plenty of Adamant to cover the new limbs. He opposed raw strength to Jormun's superior technique and moved to the offense with a barrage of left fists.
Despite his richer battle experience, the Emerald Dragon had only one set of arms and eyes, making it impossible for him to follow all of Lith's attacks. One hand aimed at Jormun's side, the palm filled with air and water magic.
If it were to hit, the Dragon's body would have been ravaged by cold and vibrations that would have crippled his speed. The second hand was aimed at the side of his chin and was imbued with darkness magic.
The hit would have caused a concussion that not even darkness fusion could prevent while the darkness element would have messed up his motor coordination. The last hand was grabbing at Jormun's arm.
If it succeeded, the Emerald Dragon would have become incapable of either blocking or dodging, taking the other two hits and then War in the heart.
At the same time, Vladion had yet to find a way out of his own predicament. The tier five Blood Magic spell, Crimson King had filled the air with air blades that attacked on their own and didn't disappear upon hit.
His blade, Primordial Thirst, kept finding its way past the enchanted protections of the Forgotten, inflicting upon them deep wounds and drinking their blood to empower him.
At the same time, Life Aura blocked their spells and bloodline abilities alike, shielding Kalla from harm.
Yet none of it was enough.
Whenever a hit wasn't lethal, the second and first line of enemies would just switch positions and recover their strength with Invigoration. Whenever a hit was lethal, a tendril would come out of the Golden Griffon.
Be it reattaching a severed head or regenerating a punctured heart, it happened so quickly that the Forgotten would resume fighting before their corpses could hit the floor.
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