That fiery spirit… Who did it remind him of…? Regardless, it was ticking him off.
“You’re biting off more than you can chew.”
As the Aeralfos were continuing their pressure, some fatally wounded by Zonai retaliation, a crooked palm readied a dark blast of magic, and fired once the path was clear.
"Shit.. That's gonna be an issue... they'll be resistant to my fire... Even if I Rage..."
But he stood his ground, his Great Flameblade in hand.
"I'll still rip them to shreds!"
With a roar, the Zonai of Fire flew into a rage.
Disposable, like always... Then lets try those who are accustomed to the heat!
With a similar command from his ringed hand, fiery Aeralfos rise from the conflicting mixture to strike his opposer with swords and spears from the air on their wings.
