The attentions of a group of bombardiers he could handle, his focus remained on lessening the load on the two remaining on the surface. Swooping around, muttering the words to one of the many spells, lightning arching between his forepaws before suddenly striking at the largest group of bombardiers and grunts on the ground, the strike impacting the first primary target before arcing to up to nineteen others around it, all the while without threat of targeting the two.

His strike drew his attention near a moment too long, noticing the Tank jumping his way at the last moment, barely enough time to angle his form, the impact still sending him reeling but just barely able to maintain his flight even as he arched his head around at an attempt to scorch those grenadiers attempting to leap onto his form.