Lightning discharged on impact, and the Drake's flight pattern faltered as electrical current disrupted the fine muscle control needed to maintain altitude.
The Drake roared again, this time in pain and rage, and its spell dissolved as concentration broke.
It compensated for the damaged wing with powerful beats from the right wing, maintaining altitude through sheer force.
Rhys recalled the thrown dagger with a burst of wind magic, the blade flying back to his hand, and immediately, he threw it again.
This time targeting the Drake's other wing.
But the Drake had learned. It twisted mid-air, using its tail as a counterbalance, and the dagger passed harmlessly beneath it.
Then the Drake countered with its own attack.
Ice spikes materialized in the air around the Drake.
Dozens of them, each one three feet long and sharp as steel.
They launched toward Rhys in a coordinated barrage that covered multiple angles simultaneously.
Rhys activated Lightning Form.
