Primus and Steve reacted to my message immediately. The air around them tightened. Their movements sharpened. The Phantom must have sensed the shift too, because its aura strengthened and the deathmist around its body thickened into a dark armor.
But neither of them gave it time.
Steve moved first, lightning bursting from his legs in a straight line as he shot toward the Phantom. His sword flashed with darkness, each step cracking the air. The Phantom swung its greatsword at him, but Steve twisted at the last moment and sliced along its ribs. A thin line of black blood sprayed out.
Primus followed right behind, flames roaring across his body. He struck the Phantom's front while Steve struck from the side. Their attacks overlapped perfectly, one impact after another, each hit driving the Phantom back through the sky.
