Draeven met the charging clone head-on, purple flames pulsing around his forearms.
Instead of dodging, he punched.
The clone's face buckled on contact.
It was not from brute strength.
It looked like the structure of its body had been disrupted.
His fist passed straight through.
The creature collapsed like a hollow statue.
His eyes gleamed. 'It seems to attack the element directly.
That's why I can hit them like they're solid.'
He lifted his shovel again, coated it in purple flame, and charged into the next wave.
The clones surrounded him, claws swinging in rhythm, bodies slamming in from every side.
The flame parted them like a blade passing through fog.
Draeven weaved through the chaos, the shovel gleaming with purple fire.
Every strike severed limbs, collapsed torsos, and broke legs.
Another clone jumped at him.
Draeven ducked low and rammed the flat of his shovel into its gut.
The flame surged into the creature, spreading through it like ink in water.
BOOM.
