Adam barely had a moment to steady himself before Vorthax lunged again.
The mass of the beast charged at him, its three heads making an awkward knot at the front. The horned one lowered its bulk like a siege tower, the long-jawed one snapped at his torso, and the sensor head tracked him down with it pits of vision. Adam made a dense, angled barrier and let the horns glance off it, driving a spear of ordered creation right up the open jaws of the beast. Teeth scattered the void on either side as he drove it in, black red ichor spraying from the maw. Vorthax simply recoiled in an unholy multi-toned wail that echoed in the split void.
Adam didn't let up.
