Gore had shed most of his armor and seeing her moving he rose, reaching one knee as she gathered the ball of energy.  The shadowspawn's flesh was burned, blackened in some spots and his thick chest was heaving as he watched the burst of energy gather and then streak towards him.<br/><br/>He yelped out a lone syllable and crossed his arms across his chest while tucking his head down.  The magic slammed into him, diffusing slightly as it bore through his shielding but reaching him without expending all of its power.  The rest of it washed over him, a flash that none could watch directly.<br/><br/>And when it faded, the beast remained.  Scorched and bleeding, skin flayed from his forearms and much of his body, but not dead.  His magic was spent, drained in the effort of trying to stop her spell.  Gore staggered forward, small scraps of burning flesh dropping from him along with droplets of black blood.  That the thing was still able to move while so wretchedly injured was shocking, but he charged, his voice reduced to a wet gurgle as he rushed at her and swung his massive fist at the elven huntress.