But Hall had spoken the truth. Atrox was still battling with his mind. It was as if something had shredded parts of it, leaving behind just a semblance of thoughts.
The only thing that saved Atrox was that his will was stronger than the Acreage Knight and that the tower provided some measure of protection.
But even then, he knew he wouldn't be able to create formations for some minutes, and that was enough time for his opponents to finish him off.
So he forced himself to create the fireballs, binding them after making a pact of changing places with them.
Martin raised his hand wearily to snuff out the fire when Atrox disappeared, and appeared again, only to disappear once more. His figure began to blur, here now and gone the next instant.
All around the room, he appeared and disappeared, popping up in dozens of places as if he was more than one.
Grey sent an arc of lava lashing across the room, but the only thing that melted was the surface of the wall.
