Six deadly spinning plates sliced unbothered through a howling thundersnow storm and strange dark mist, aiming straight for the weak points in Erik's armour.
Erik himself appeared unconcerned. He stood still in the heart of the storm, eyes closed, hammer in one hand, icy-white magic circle in the other, pulsing dark-blue runes covering his fur.
Mere moments before the plates hit home, the runes flashed one last time and everything changed.
Six dark-blue, tentacle-like appendages burst out of Erik's back and rushed at the six plates. After six violent impacts, the plates were significantly slowed down and deflected to the side. The tentacles appeared to be made of swirling energy, slightly transparent, and yet were clearly solid.
At the same time, Erik crushed the magic circle in his hand. This conjured a thundersnow blast around his fist, just before he turned slightly to the right and punched forward with a roar.
Ting
