The wind dragon was down—but not out.
Its body twitched as it clawed its way back to its feet, trembling from the force of Aegis' Abyssal energy-charged strike. One wing hung limp and crumpled, but its eyes were still sharp, and its aura flared defiantly. That was the trouble with dragons—they didn't go down quietly. Especially not ones boosted to 2.5 times their normal strength.
It snarled and thrashed, fangs bared, wind swirling erratically around it in defence. Aegis stood nearby, ready for another strike, but Kain raised a hand.
"Hold. Let them do their part."
At his signal, the sky buzzed.
