He yanked the haft backward.
The Magma Elder, a being of stone and ancient fire, was dragged across the black earth like a sack of gravel.
It shrieked. Percival didn't expect the old looking being to sound so odd, it was like grinding stone on steel as it slammed its fists against the ground.
From every fissure, the remaining Scuttlers went into a mindless frenzy, charging toward their master's distress.
Percival watched them come. He waited until the first wave was almost upon them, claws raised, pincers snapping.
Then he activated: "⸢Radiant Guard.⸥"
A dome of solidified silver light erupted, encapsulating only Percival and the helpless Magma Elder.
The charging Scuttlers smashed into the barrier, shrieking. They piled against it, hammering with mindless rage, their lava-hot bodies sizzling against the magic.
The dome held, and Percival's remaining Skeletons slowly gathered around the beasts outside.
