The blade cutting towards Phelix missed, as the octopus wriggled out of the way. It sliced instead through the icy shell it had left behind. The other, however, carved a deep wound into the Bauxite, precise and efficient. No mere flesh wound it had left, but a large, angry gash that would quickly begin bleeding profoundly. Three gembound, despite the shimmering energy field around the valkhound, still swooped into attack. The first one to hit, Shrike, unfortunately was the one to slam straight into the repelling magic and would find no purchase on his legs, but would rather feel her talons punch into what felt like water, which quickly shot back at her and hurled her away, the force rippling back through her body.

The other two, however, got through - the air around Saran'zol's face began to condense and he gasped, trying to rip himself free of the spell. Glowing blood begins to trickle from his nose and ears. At the same time, Relic grabbed onto a different leg, shredding into the thick hide, sending droplets of glowing red blood mixed with oily black scattering over the ground. Sparks snapped in her face as the bolts of red showered from the wound.

The Unbound Champion snarled and tensed. His claws tightened around the bladed staff, which had begun cooling in his grip. One end slammed into the ground, as if he could barely stand if not for its sturdy The black fungal infection continue to fester at his wound, revealing no vessels or organs beneath, but a vent of red that glowed brighter and brighter.

No...no his entire body was glowing brighter. The light pouring out from beneath his scales was becoming blinding as every inch of his wounded body began to rebel against the damage done to him. He roared in anger and agony as it reached a climax and energy suddenly burst from all angles of his body. No gembound was safe from the blast. They had only seconds to react.