Three Down, Two to Go.

Thalor, his pride still unbroken, tried to push himself up. But even as his form flickered weakly, the assassin was too far gone to fight. The relentless barrage from the AC-130 and Velara's attacks had left him drained of both power and energy. 

His breath was ragged, and his body twitched with the last remnants of dark magic. Garruk's eyes flickered from Thalor to Velara, and for the first time, there was no arrogance—only a grim realization that they were outmatched.

Velara took a step forward, eyes narrowing. "You're not leaving," she declared coldly, her grip tightening around Stormbreaker. "I won't let you regroup and return stronger."

But Garruk was prepared. His eyes glinted with rage as he planted his feet firmly on the ground. He gripped his axe in one hand, raising the other toward the sky, his voice bellowing as he activated one of his unique skills.