Nox didn't wait for them to finish their circle. "Shade, blind them!"
The Chroma Serpent shot forward, its body flashing with a sudden, disorienting burst of light. The lead warrior flinched, throwing up an arm against the glare.
That was all the opening Dorran needed. "Grim Now!"
The shark surged from the shadows, its powerful tail smashing into one of the flanking warriors. The impact sent the man spinning, his shell armor cracking.
Nox was already moving. He didn't use a grand spell—just speed and precision. Kicking off a kelp stalk, he closed the distance and drove a fist sheathed in crackling lightning into the leader's stomach. The man gasped, electricity arcing across his armor. Nox followed with a sharp, close-range ice dart to the shoulder joint, where the plating was weakest. The warrior cried out, dropping his trident.
