Kelvin's gauntlet formed a blade that parried the lightning, while Xerion's flames engulfed the drake and forced it to move back. The beast hissed, its scales singeing, but Varek pushed it forward and his runes flared.
Lyra wove shadow runes and her amulet glowed, binding the drake's wings to slow its charge, while Salaris's talons struck its eyes, drawing a screech of pain.
Darius hurled a soulstone, its explosion staggered the beast, and Rhoam's armored claws raked its flank and cracked a scale. The drake faltered, its soulstream wavered under the trio's unified assault.
Varek's face twisted in fury, but before he could retaliate, Master Torren's voice boomed, his obsidian lion loomed behind him.
"Enough!" The lion's roar shook the yard, and the crowd froze. Torren's eyes bored into Varek. "The Sanctum values strength, not cruelty. You have shamed your bond. Report to Master Veyne for discipline immediately."
