"We will go easy."
Reidar pressed against the crumbling concrete, watching the creatures below through a fractured window.
Reidar knew those monsters' names were different in the original language it was created in, but this was the closest translation to the original name.
Towering lizards, each the size of a delivery van with hides crackling with unstable lightning and armored tails sweeping the debris-strewn street, sending rubble flying.
"They have lightning affinity," Matthias said. "Don't let those spikes touch you and try to stay away as far as you can from them."
Seraphine nocked an arrow. "We have five targets. The best thing would be simultaneous takedowns before they react. Archers, on my signal. Reidar, I'll leave the main job to you. You need to grab their attention well enough for us to be safe. All right?"
