The Red Templar's body convulsed violently within the crushing coils of Ouroboros Coils. Its armor, already cracked and groaning, began to splinter further as Adam tightened his grip. Dark ichor seeped from the fractures, hissing where it touched the corrupted metal.
"Ouroboros Coils!"
The coils constricted again, and the Red Templar's chestplate caved inward with a sickening crunch. Its greatsword, still clutched in its gauntleted hand, scraped uselessly against the stone floor.
"Prismatic Beam!"
Adam's free hand shot forward, a lance of rainbow light erupting from his palm and striking the Templar square in the chest. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the creature's body, its armor blackening and cracking further under the assault.
But the Red Templar didn't fall.
'Damn it. This thing just won't go down. I need to finish this quickly before I run out of steam.'
