CLAP!
Astravan's palms rammed at each other with heavy force, sending a bright gust of purple essence blasting above him to send the master Trickster rocketing towards the ground at blitzing speeds.
"Haven't we been through this before?" Like a racing jet, Astravan went past the horde of Golems that ascended in air.
His legs now coated with streams of purple aura crashed into the ground with cataclysmic force, sending large tremors billowing through the sanctuary and destroying the unlucky beasts caught within his disastrous landing.
"You can never lay a finger on me." Astravan's eyes locked against the Golems that ascended into the air, a bright swirling ring of purple energy foming before the Trickster's outstretched arms.
"Beacause—" Hundreds of panicked red eyes widened under the bright lights flashing before their faces from the Trickster's charging attack.
"You're all desperately weak!"
BLAST!
