Tave hurled bag after bag of water into the air, the liquid bursting out and catching the moonlight, glimmering silver beneath the blaze of Orion's fire. In the next breath, the droplets froze mid-air, then launched forward like icy bullets, shards of frost aimed straight at the Volcanic Orc.
Orion had already surged ahead, reckless, fast.
The orc swung its massive club with terrifying speed, the sheer force enough to crush a man flat. If it hit, Orion would be done.
But the man didn't stop. With an agile leap, he launched himself upward, and in a burst of flame, his sword ignited brighter than ever before, illuminating the battlefield in a blinding blaze. A roar echoed, sharp and clear. The cry of a phoenix screaming through fire.
The inferno smashed into the orc's chest.
It was searing, overwhelming heat.
But the orc didn't stop.
Not for a second.
