Every single time the group fought tooth and nail to get an inch closer to Idore, it felt like there was another insurmountable hurdle to overcome. Even though they had finally managed to close the physical distance using B's platforms, those who could deal large amounts of damage or unleash large-scale martial attacks were completely unable to actually touch him. Their weapons simply phased through his form.
It was a complete waste of resources if Alba tried to use her specialized weapons again. If she threw them, she risked losing something incredibly valuable that belonged to her, because she couldn't even hurt him in the first place. Meanwhile, as the Pagna warriors briefly stood there paralyzed by the sheer impossibility of the situation, a localized rampage was still happening around them as Idore ruthlessly swung his fire whips.
Two of the blazing tendrils arced down from the sky and slammed with meteor-like force right on top of Tilion's heavy shield.
BOOM!
