In a blur of silver and violet, he didn't fly; he became the bolt. He ignored the pain in his scales and the exhaustion in his core, throwing himself into a suicidal intercept. He slammed into the Goliath's wrist just as the obsidian club was a foot above my head.
The impact didn't destroy the giant, but the sudden, high-voltage jolt forced the monster's arm to spasm, sending the club crashing into the sand inches from my side. The shockwave buried me and Veydris in a cloud of diamond dust, but the ritual remained unbroken.
"Zephyros!" Zephyrion screamed, seeing his brother fall back into the sand, his silver wings scorched from the feedback of the Goliath's mirror-armor.
"I... I've got you..." Zephyros wheezed, his eyes flickering as he tried to stand. "Don't... don't stop, Craig!"
The Goliath roared, its stone face cracking as it prepared to stomp the fallen prince.
"That's enough," I growled, my voice vibrating with a frequency that made the nearby monoliths hum.
