"Ezra, get behind me, now. Close your eyes, open your mouth. And get ready because I'm going to need mana very shortly."
Ezra looked to Oberyn in a panic. The horde of a thousand monsters was rapidly approaching.
"What are you going to do!?" he yapped frantically, turning every which way.
Surely when he asked to be brought to a fantasy world, he wasn't expecting this level of danger.
"My very best. Down, Ezra. NOW!"
Ezra skidded to the ground and did what Oberyn commanded. He'd heard similar advice once in his world - but that was if a grenade happened to be thrown in your direction. Was Oberyn about to -
The Nephilim raised his arms up high, his bare chest glowing a violent and unstable orange. Mana radiated through him with unstoppable force. He eyed one of the Encephalim at the front of the pack, a hideous creature with a thin, cracked mouth that left all of its bloody, jagged teeth exposed.
