The moment Logan struck the guardian serpent with his hammer, an orange flare of heat burst from his hammer and sent the beast flying. The blow engraved a sizzling mark on its forehead.
"Oh, these things are weak to fire!" Logan rolled to the side, avoiding another guardian's sharp claws. A strange mixture of serpent and beast attacked the pair.
Seven of the beasts remained.
Zahir swung his blades in elegant arcs, creating a beautiful, dance-like swordsmanship as the wind enveloped his curved blades. This style created a makeshift wind barrier that allowed him to react faster to the enemy's attacks.
With a sweeping arc, his blade cut through the chest of a guardian. The next moment, two struck at him with their sharp claws, breaking through the momentary gap.
After the guardian fell, a light shone on the third circle.
Clang!
Logan's shield shimmered with sparks as he slammed into the two guardians.
