144 NIGHT OF HARVEST
Thrynn was quick and responsive, but his power was rely close combat.
If Dan could grab him close using him as human shield against the ranged attacks, he would have a way to neutralize all three of them at once.
He didn't let go of Thrynn's hand.
Thrynn was still dazed by the lightning. Dan flung him on the other side just in ti to parry several serpentine light constructs of Orya.
"Argghhh!" Thrynn scread, his body spasming violently. The electrocution left his nerves fried and his limbs unresponsive.
He couldn't move, not even defend himself.
Dan didn't waste the opportunity. Grabbing Thrynn by the collar, he used him as a human shield and charged straight toward Orya.
The woman's eyes widened in disbelief.
"He's coming towards …what should I do?" Orca cried.
Orca wasn't ant for close combat — her role was battlefield control, summoning serpents from a distance to strike and hurt.
Close combat was Thrynn's job.
Dan swung Thrynn like a battering ram. The impact sent Orya sprawling to the ground, gasping for air. Before she could recover, Dan's boot crashed into her chest.
Her ribs shattered under the force. A distorted vortex of kinetic energy rippled inward into her chest — "Montum Collapse."
Orya's mind went blank from the pain.
"As I thought… these heroes are specialized in their own fields. Together they may be invincible… but once you take them apart, they could be broken one by one
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