Lucas tried to move again.
His fingers pressed weakly against the shattered stone beneath him as fire flickered unevenly around his body, but before he could force himself upright, another blast of wind crashed into him and dragged him violently across the ruined street.
He slammed into the remains of a collapsed wall hard enough to spit blood.
The celestials did not give him even a second to recover.
The earth celestial stepped forward and drove his fist downward, the ground beneath Lucas erupting upward and smashing into his ribs with brutal force that made a sickening crack echo through the ruined district.
Lucas coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth as pain exploded through his chest.
Then the water celestial restrained him again.
Liquid wrapped around his arms and legs like chains, dense and pressurized, pinning him long enough for the ice celestial to advance and drive a freezing strike directly into his abdomen.
Cold surged through his body instantly.
