He would find himself stopped midair by a wall of powerful winds, and the ground below them would open up.
The King teleports them all out of the way of the fissure. “He’s got the power of ten different gem, though I’m not sure which ones he put into the crown.” He replies. “But that’s what we should focus on. If it’s broken, another rift should open and pull him with it, wherever that might be.”
Eliza frowns, resisting the urge to growl in frustration. “Understood, sir, but as things stand we can’t get close to him, let alone break the crown. We need a way to hit him, and that means something that isn’t going to get blocked or turned against us by his conduits.”
“So a distraction.” He says. “You guys distract him, and once he’ more overwhelmed, I can teleport behind him for a strike.” He says, he then turns to Zablex. “Ever think that maybe saving the world from his is of more priority at the moment?” He chastises.
Vaarinty looks at him, then simply blows him away with a blast of high pressured air. “Now, where were we?” He asks, firing a rainbow beam of his own at Eliza.