"Y-you dare!"
Lydon let out a hysterical roar. He had just reminded his companions to stay calm, but now rage had burned away half his reason. Ignoring the battle before him, he tilted his head up and shot slender arrows of frost at that damned bird.
Grigor's exceptionally keen spiritual intuition flashed an image through its tiny brain: a furious middle-aged man in a tailcoat and a half-height silk top hat, with a gaunt face and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, shooting slender frost arrows at it.
It immediately shrieked and covered its head with its wings. This stopped it from flying, sending it into free fall, but fortunately also made Lydon's attack miss.
Meanwhile, taking advantage of Grigor's distraction, Sifa blasted flames from both hands, propelling himself swiftly through the rebels' defensive line and right up to Lydon.
Sifa raised a hand and sent several orange-red fireballs at the Wraith at once. Lydon instinctively switched to his Zombie state, which could withstand flames better than his Wraith form.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
He weathered the fireballs without taking much damage from the flames, but the explosions left Lydon feeling as though tiny golden stars were circling and twinkling before his eyes.
He shook his head hard, then saw Sifa casually tossing fireballs toward several points along the defensive line. The explosions forced the soldiers out from behind cover and made it difficult for the Rose School members to coordinate effectively with them.
Lydon's temples throbbed, and anger surged within him. The defensive line he had painstakingly established had been wrecked by this hateful man in just a few moves.
He stamped forward hard, sending a sheet of frost racing toward Sifa and instantly freezing his feet in place.
Without even looking down, Sifa conjured orange-red flames beneath his