Another griffon swooped down at him, this one heavily armoured and bearing purple insignias. Thunder tsked and shouted another abomination. Crawling designs beneath the fur of his face burned green, and he opened his muzzle wide, multiple blasts of aetheric light shooting out at impossible speeds. The griffon knight was knocked out of the sky, having caught several of the blasts directly, and crashed hard on the ground, skidding and coming to a halt when it crashed into a tent. This was beginning to be troublesome. Thunder raised his right hoof, and the appendage glowed with sorcerous light along spiralling patterns as he muttered an incantation. The hoof glided over the ground beneath him, barely touching the mud with its hoof and leaving ghostly afterimages with its movements as it carved an intricate ward in the ground no larger than the circumference of a barrel and littered it with strange runes. The wind immediately picked up and focused around him and the symbol, creating a vortex and bringing the storm clouds themselves down on his location, funnelling towards the ground with raw magical power and forcing the griffons to speed away lest they be drawn into the vortex as well.