The herculean soldier, still reeling from the impact, struggled to get back on his feet, his armor dented and cracked from the sheer force of Jett's counter. But before he could fully recover, Matthew's Ironback Bear charged toward him with a thunderous roar, its massive claws aiming to finish the job.
Seraphina followed close behind, her Sylvan Faerie flitting around her shoulder as she prepared to bind him.
[Nature Bind], she chanted, and thick vines erupted from the ground, coiling around the soldier's legs and locking him in place.
"Not so tough now, are you?" Matthew taunted, landing a crushing punch into the soldier's exposed chest, his enhanced strength sending him crumpling to the ground.
Meanwhile, Jett twirled the Midas Spear in his hands, testing its weight and balance. The golden weapon hummed faintly, as if responding to him, its energy flowing through his veins.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!