The clash of steel against radiance split the air like thunder. Maxwell's form blazed with divine light, each movement carving arcs of brilliance that seared the earth beneath. But the six fallen angels pressed forward, their collective fury a storm that refused to break.
Zane's twin blades sang as they carved through Maxwell's defenses, their inverted energy drinking in the light like thirsting shadows. "Your glow's getting dimmer, lizard!" he snarled, spinning away from a blast of radiant energy that left molten glass in the sand.
Zephyr's whip cracked, electricity dancing along its length as it wrapped around Maxwell's wing. He roared, golden flames erupting from his scales, but he held fast. "Victoria, now!"
