"Greg!" Zen yelled, retreating behind the giant boy. "You're turn."
Everyone formed a tight circle. Greg began to glow a calm blue. The purple emanating from the walls and ground of the temple pressed against him. The air popped loudly and grew hot. Greg groaned like he had taken a physical blow. He was shifted back by an invisible weight.
His shield had the ability that allows him to take magical damage for others and convert it to physical damage.
In front of them, the flames cleared up. Faust's initial fire ball was ineffective. The Kobold Elites walked from it snarling. The shifting blood runes on their brown fur shifted eerily. The monsters drew weapons, well made iron unlike the cruder weapons their kin used.
But before they could charge Faust extended his hand.
Instance Replication!
BOOM!
The air shook. Fire reignited from nothing. In an instant the Kobold Elite were blasted back by roaring flames.
