Ornerter, Shell, and Krixtyle rejoined the rest, just as an Aikkrat and a host of Ghouls made their way to intercept the Mage forces.
Wizards and Elementalists scrambled out of the Aikkrat's path, tossing up psycho-sparks and uttering incantations. Two, one long bearded and wearing green and the other in a neon-yellow robe, spoke aloud together. A whirlwind surrounded the Aikkrat and was struck by a bolt of lightning, which bent and swirled with the cyclone. Ragged fragments of flesh were torn from the Aikkrat and dark smoke billowed up from it.
The Aikkrat flexed its massive arms and broke the electro-cyclone. The smoke pouring from it reformed into a heavy anchor and plunged toward those who had harmed it. A mage adorned in silvery-glinting plate mail charged her metallic steed between
