The unnatural static in his mental link was maddening. Adam could feel Alice's alarm and Ignis's pained frustration as faint, broken whispers, but clear coordination was impossible. The green-haired woman's scroll had severed their tactical unity.
Resmond pressed the advantage, his golden form a blur of relentless strikes. "It can't communicate! Now's our chance! Force it apart from the others!"
Adam, cornered and irritated, abandoned finesse. With a roar that shook the cavern, he stopped trying to dodge. He took a grazing blow from Resmond's sword across his shoulder, letting Monarch's Aegis reflect a burst of fire back into the knight's face, forcing him to flinch. In that moment, Adam swung his massive tail in a brutal, wide arc, not aiming to constrict, but to bludgeon.
Resmond crossed his arms, bracing with a golden shield of light. The impact sent him skidding back, his boots digging trenches in the earth, but he held.
"Adel, now!" Resmond grunted.
