BOOM!
Asher's body was sent hurtling like a ragdoll, smashing through jagged rock before tumbling across the rain-slicked earth.
Chris let out a slow whistle. "Damn. That looked painful."
A groan came from the rubble. "Oh, it was," Asher muttered, coughing as he pushed himself up, his body aching. He wiped blood from his lip, eyes blazing. "Okay. Now I'm really pissed."
Sheila wasted no time. "Chris, keep its movements locked down—paralyze it if you can. Once it's stunned, I'll freeze its legs solid. If it can't move, it can't adapt."
Chris cracked his knuckles, lightning flickering between his fingertips. "Finally, a plan that speaks to me."
Sheila raised her sword, the air around her growing frigid as raindrops began to freeze midair. "Liam, Asher—I need you both to hit it with everything you've got."
Liam's lips curled into the slightest smirk as he turned to Asher. "Think you can still fight, or did that punch knock some sense into you?"
