As he brought his feet back under him after kicking Yang, Krestov stared down the wall that formed between them. It was at that moment that he felt something coming from his arm, an odd sensation.
Pain. Pure, legitimate pain
Roaring out, the troll wheeled on the remaining mage, just in time to see her go down with wide eyes, the slim for of Torrent taking her place. Giving a nod, he looked down before swinging his leg high into the air, driving his heel down in his signature axe kick onto her skull...