Lazarus

He raised an eyebrow. "Look at the size of this thing Sasha. We won't do any critical damage." The wolves spawned. He laughed. "But whilst we're taking their attention. The easier it makes for Mayt inside... I think it's time we show these fools some real magic from Phoenix wing's best team! don't you?" He chuckled again, before sprouting his wings and ascending upwards, just in time to receive a scratch on the rim of his jacket. He tutted. "I like this jacket. It has meaning to me." He gathered his breath, hovering just about the snatching jaws of the wolves. "Tremble before a god! Below of the light god!" He shouted and tried to take out as many as possible to give his teammate easier targets.