'I wonder how similar Skolls and Hatis are.' Protector pondered for a second before following the Demon. 'We both descend from wolves and are supposed to work in packs.
'Maybe I have yet to discover my bloodline abilities because I'm the only member of my species. My kids are still hybrids, not Skolls.'
Typhos had beaten Morok an inch from his life when a jolt of electricity forced him to let go of his prey. Then his joints froze, a burst of light exploded in front of him, and a small ball of fire entered his mouth as he yelled in surprise.
Every single attack had been just a tier three spell, but aimed with such timing and accuracy to combine their effects to deal a devastating damage. The Fomor didn't even notice Nalrond closing in and hitting him with a roundhouse tail.