For a moment it worked—until the Rock-Steel Scorpion plowed through the spikes as though they were sand, tail stabbing toward the mage's chest.
The Knight leader intercepted, spear glowing as he diverted the strike. His arm quivered at the sheer weight behind it. "These aren't ordinary summons!" he hissed, sweat pouring down his face.
High above, the Water Shaman among the undead finally moved. She lifted her staff, and ribbons of liquid coalesced from thin air. A wave surged forward, engulfing the Fire Mage's flames and dousing them in a hiss of steam. His eyes widened. "Elemental suppression?!"
The Archer, recovering her stance, shouted, "Focus on the caster!" She fired three shots in rapid succession, arrows screaming toward the shaman. But one of the Goliaths stepped into the line of fire, chest puffed. The arrows embedded uselessly into its flesh.
