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[h2][center][color=fff200]Saef Harken
Air-Angel Sector[/color][/center][/h2]

The dragon was fast, fast enough to slap Farris into the ground before she could do more than launch a volley of holy spikes. Saef had been too busy to catch her as she flew past. His hands and mind preoccupied with the globe of power he was forming between outstretched fingers. This was real power he was working with here and the energy pouring out of his soul lit his eyes with a radiance that the visor did nothing to hide.

This foe was on another level from the pair they had previously faced. A full sized dragon capable of freely calling upon the blood roses in the area. It called for an appropriate response. A serious response.

Flashes of light sparked into being around the Captain as Demon thorns evaporated against his shields. The surge of quantum particles from his jetpack attempting to keep him from being blown like a leaf by the hurricane winds generated by the massive wings of the beast.

As the dragon slammed itself into the ground and the catacombs below Saef continued to gather energy. Flying closer and looking for an opportune moment while he did so. The dragon obliged him by opening it's mouth really ####ing wide. Blood flowed in from the surrounding fields of red, gathering into a rather nasty looking orb in that wide open mouth.

[color=fff200][i]Eh, still easier than blasting through the armor.[/i][/color]

Before the beast could finish gathering blood for whatever Hell it had planned Saef was floating before it. With a grunt he shot both hands forward. The swirling light gathered between them erupting in a meter wide beam of radiance that blasted towards the unfinished ruby sphere and the open throat beyond. It wasn't a simple beam of light of course. He was the Heavenly Thaumaturge. A simple attack would have been a waste of his skills.

Inside the beam of light was a volley of spikes created out of hardened light. They would punch through tissue weakened and burned by the still deadly primary beam. About half a second after impact the spikes would burn up their energy in bright flares of holy light. It was a difficult bit of magic to craft and not one he could have handled without the extra change that had turned his hair white.

Saef hoped blasting a giant beam of light down the beast's throat would give Farris a chance to recover.