Chapter 46 - The Club and the Phoenix
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.
It roared in fury and kept moving, unbothered by the flames, charging toward Orion with thunderous steps, its club swinging in a wide arc meant to crush anything in its path.
Ice shards continued to hammer the creature's legs, slowing it down just enough. Not much, but enough to dull its momentum.
Oriana and Lily dashed in from opposite sides, striking at its blind spots. They leapt, weapons flashing with elemental energy, striking at the neck.