The Center of Fear
The sight of the onyx-skinned, faceless centaur was daunting in its own right; the blade-arms it possessed were larger than his entire body two times over; it easily trumped the size of the smaller buildings occupying the street.
"Back me up with your magic," Roan said, "I can avoid getting hit, so try to focus on giving supporting fire."
"Got it."
Just like that, the seasoned adventurer was already setting off to engage the colossal beast as he sprinted in with a trail of lightning following his boots before he slid beneath a horizontal slash from the centaur.
A quick snap of his fingers allowed Roan to manifest a spark of fulmination, sending the crimson bolt against the centaur's chest to momentarily stun it in the resulting impact.
…Now's my chance! Emilio thought.
As he aimed his staff towards the giant entity, he manifested an onslaught of fireballs that shot out in consecutive blasts, sailing through the air in a glorious glow of orange.