His strike didn't really have much of an effect on Tim. Lazarus widened his eyes, as he was suddenly hit by a wave if some sort. He was swept away and carried to the back of the room, where he lay crumpled by the magic, soaking wet. He cracked his neck. Fuck... that was some magic power. He was truly honest with himself deep inside. Him and Sasha weren't advanced enough to take on council wizards just yet like this. Maybe it was time to use... it. He forced himself up and cracked his shoulders, before changing forms. "Satan's grip." Horns grew from his head and his skin turned dark. His hands were filled with dark energy. "Sasha. We must defeat these two as quickly as possible." He smirked. "Keep doing what you're doing, but how about instead of partnering up with an Angel, you partner up with a god." He pushed his chest out and ripped off his shirt, now only in his sopping wet tank top. He could do this. Aiming at Tim, he would now go for it. "You bastards... stay away from our guild! And stay outta my way!" He took a stance and took a deep breath. "Belowing roar... of the light god!" He fired the light energy from his mouth straight at Tim. It was true. Lazarus was a god slayer. An uncontrollable one at best, but it explains all the years in accumulance he was missing from Phoenix wing. "Lets see you take on the power of a god!" He roared. "Sasha. Lets blow these guys away..." He looked furious, he eyes glowing.