"I got this one, you help the others take care of the flying ones before they kill the soldiers!" Elim shouted this out to the woman helping him combat the Large Body. This fat one was tough, but with the damage it had against it from both of the combatants on it Elim figured he could finish it off on his own. He slashed his fire coated blade towards the beast, a small, crescent shaped wave of flame jettisoning from it towards the beast, hitting it square on. Elim knew that he had enough magical energy left at the current moment for maybe two or three more spells, so he knew he had to make it count. 

Seeing the creature attempt to attack Elim using its stomach, and Elim not knowing the rather invincible nature of it, the young blue mage charged towards the creature, it going for one of its famous stomach thrusts. Elim attempted to strike the creature's stomach with his sword, but this was only met with failure. His attack was thrown backwards, Elim digging his feet into the ground in an attempt to stay standing and keep his balance, and it worked thankfully, the two attacks deflecting one another, but the Large Body's had more weight behind it thanks to its large size so it knocked Elim back a bit. 

Angered, Elim quickly charged forward once again, quickly stepping to the side and around it in a spinning motion to get behind it quickly where Elim placed a slash down its back, then one more before thrusting his palm right towards the creature's back. A loud [i]"Blizzard"[/i] left Elim's mouth as a blast of ice would be shot from his hand point blank right into its back. Unfortunately this thing was durable as hell as it quickly turned around, slamming Elim again with another powerful thrust of its stomach, this one Elim not having the time to guard against as he was thrown back. 

This was starting to get annoying. This creature was tough and it was good practice, but it was really starting to piss Elim off. With a flash of light over his weapon it changed into a spear with a rather long and sharp blade on the end of it. It was a glaive to be exact. Swords, shields, and glaives. While Elim had only moderate proficiency in a small handful of other weapons, those were the three he was the best with. [i]"Fire!"[/i] With that one word flames would coat and lick the surface of the glaive as Elim charged forward one more time, aiming to end this beast since that blast of ice in the back from before and that powerful stomach thrust had hurt a bit. Not to mention his magical energies were running now dangerously low and he needed a bit of insurance in case anything else showed up and he certainly didn't want to have to wait the bit for his reserves to replenish. 

Seeing it attempt to now lug one of its meaty fists at Elim the boy barely ducked out of the way, the fist grazing the side of his head. It hurt a good bit, but Elim grit his teeth through it and thrust the glave upwards. If its stomach couldn't be affected there was one part that could. The head. With a loud, almost bloodthirsty shout he thrust the flame covered blade of the glaive right into the creature's head, hoping that this blow would end its life.