The Guardian turned its single red eye to Serian, its hand already twisting into another wooden spear.
'It's targeting me,' she thought, 'and my magic doesn't work in this cursed place.'
She dodged to the right as the spear shot past her, shattering against the crater wall with a loud crack.
"Nox, your plan better be a good one!"
He was already moving, his mind racing faster than his feet. 'Weakness: its eye, and pure, uncorrupted mana. I don't have that, but she does.' He looked at Serian, then back at the Guardian.
'Her magic doesn't work in here, but it would work out there.' The plan clicked into place, it was simple and probably suicidal.
"Get out of the crater!" he yelled, "Get to the edge and get ready to hit it with your strongest spell! I'll bring it to you!"
"You will be killed!"
"Just be ready!"
Without waiting for a reply, he turned his full attention to the Guardian. "Hey, you overgrown twig! Forgot about me?"
