The emerald beam vaporized a male Fomor and then moved onto Typhos. He was the strongest in the group, but even he was no match for the collective might that the Tyrant had stolen from the other three Fomors.
"I'm sorry, Straga." He said while grabbing the only female left.
She was still doing her best to protect him with her elemental pillars when Typhos put her in front of Breakdown and used her as a meat shield.
Straga died instantly, but after killing two Fomors the attack was weakened and Typhos' betrayal had bought him enough time to recover his focus. He drained the surrounding area of world energy and used that power to dissipate the remnants of the Spirit Spell.
"That was a cowardly move, bro." The Tyrant's maw curled up in disgust, exposing a row of fangs as he aimed one hammer at Typhos' heart and the other at his head.
"It takes one to know one, traitor." The Fomor conjured a sword in his right hand and a shield in the left.
