As the avian feline warrior pulled his arm back for retaliation, he instantly took notice of some resistance and found himself unable to move it as much as he preferred. From behind his projection, Tharr was mostly safe from the blinding light and this gave him some momentary relief against the onslaught to his optics. Though he instinctively sealed his eyelids once more upon seeing the subsequent buildup of intense light through the shield. The construct shattered into pieces and dematerialized into nothingness as a result of Raelis' efforts. Given his grounded stance, the recoil was minimal and he only reared back marginally. Successfully avoiding harm from such a resourceful foe triggered a few subconscious thoughts of hubris and garnered the beast with more resources.

[Pride Stack + 3]

Beads of sweat trickled down Tharraleos' plumaged cranium as the temperature around him began to reach rather uncomfortable levels. The smells and sounds of their blazing vicinity was somewhat distracting to boot. Once more he was forced to act defensively. A deep exhale was released from his nares as his senses barring his sight worked to process his surroundings. The webbed fin atop his head vibrated laterally as even the most minute of vibrations were registered. The heat radiating from his acquaintance was far greater greater than his proximity, which assisted in gauging the distance between them. In his mind, it seemed as if many moments had transpired, but hardly a couple seconds passed in actuality. Suddenly he reacted; wings thrashing out and forward in balled up fists. He pushed his body forth as well to add momentum to his strike, returning to the stance he was at prior. These feathered appendages were arguably the most resilient part of his makeup and boasted overwhelming strength. They were aimed at the Knight's own wings, looking to make direct contact with them. Speed and precision held precedence with this assault as it was meant to merely redirect the tendrils, even ever so slightly. More prioritized than anything was avoiding as much physical contact as possible. Even his wings would be at risk of extensive damage at low amounts of exposure. His movements, as such, were swift and incisive.

With his left arm lowered and still recovering, his other arm pulled back as he sent his wings forth. Similar to the shield before it, a different energized weapon was fabricated. This time in the guise of an 8 foot halberd given the name of Pompous Polearm. With a top mounted spike, rear hook and broad frontal axe blade, this was a deadly and versatile tool. Gripping it firmly at the middle of the handle, Tharr would thrust the weapon forth at his foe’s midsection with a spirited yell. Expensing his remaining reserves, this was just below full strength and would pierce with moderate damage. While it was intended to try and break through the armor, the pride embodiment was well aware that troublesome blade would be a likely detriment. With his feet rooting him to the spot and wings preoccupied, he would bring the weapon back and grip it with both paws to act accordingly.