Kaze stomped his foot to stop himself from continuing after the old man. He had felt him go with the powerful hits, you didn't chase someone who reacted that fast. It meant the elder was stronger, or had better reflexes, than the lizardman. [color=crimson]"Okay, everyone stop screwing around with the zombies and help me with this fuck."[/color] He called out, the zombies were slow and obvious and honestly they just didn't have the feel of a threat. Honestly he had figured the paladin elf would be more...holy than lightning.

As the cleric recovered from being flung back, those fancy flips did not suit that armor at all, Kaze shifted his stance. His arms came up as his knees went over his toes. One foot moved back, giving him what could possibly be perfect balance. He was in his Defensive Stance while he watched the old man rant, rave, and seethe about what had just happened. Then he was called names again, strangely he was called a frog. Frogs weren't reptiles, what was this geezer smoking?

But while Kaze stood there, waiting for the guy to rush him again, he instead started chanting. Ah fuck, more magic. Suddenly his vision was completely wiped. All was black, but he could still hear and smell what was going on around him. [color=crimson]"Yeah, you lot need to hurry up. I can't see shit now and my blind fighting isn't nearly as good as my able to see fighting!"[/color] He exclaimed as he tucked his arms in close, covering his vitals further. As strong as the anti-cleric was swords weren't meant to cut through armor with ease. So Kaze was banking on more thrusts, probably aimed to the face and the front of his torso.

The bestial man couldn't think of any more of his abilities that could fit this situation. He was already as buffed defensively as he possibly could. Of course only a couple related to magic so he'd need to work on that in the future. Assuming he had one at this point.