Volk's heart raced as he stood before Zenveil, his body trembling with fury and determination.
He didn't know what was driving him to choose the wind-based attack, but something within him yearned to see Zenveil hurled through the air like a rag doll.
Without thinking, Volk balled his massive fist, and suddenly, a transparent swirl of wind began to encase it, shimmering with a strange energy he had never felt before.
His eyes widened, but before he could fully comprehend what was happening, his voice boomed throughout the cave, as if on instinct:
"NUCLEAR DEVASTATION WIND STRIKE!" He shouted in his Grum-gar form, "GALE BOMB!"
BOOM!
His fist shot forward, smashing into the air with an earth-shattering sound, but the impact didn't reach Zenveil.
Instead, a brilliant magic circle flashed into existence between them, glowing a bright white with intricate designs of swirling blue lines weaving through it.