Thragg stepped forwards with his four bare hands spread out to his sides, inviting the adventurers to strike at him. The flames wreathing the feathery tendrils at his back lapped at the surface of the basin's water, causing it to steam up and cover him in a threatening fog where the glow of his blue eyes was made ever the more apparent.
"Arav, what do you propose?" said Federic as he stepped up to the forefront of the group, slamming his massive steel shield down in front of him like an impenetrable wall.
"Shed Skin Formation," said Arav with a heavy terseness to his voice, and a silence befell the team as they understood the gravity of that formation. It was a formation meant to be used in last ditch efforts when they encountered a monster that far outclassed them.
One involving putting up distractions so that at the least, one or two team members could escape and report to the League.