Don!
A fierce gale of razor sharp wind infused with solid aura crashed against Frost's glaive sending both himself and Kiba reeling as his entire arm grew numb.
It felt like an entire mountain was smashing into him, even the wyvern's maw he generated exploded like an overinflated ballon the moment it made contact with the Zu's attack, an attack that for it was just something casual.
The difference was paramount, there was no possible way Frost could overcome the rank disadvantage.
With Bella he could endure and even carve out a few minor wounds but the Artic Zu, it took all he had just to not be knocked down from the sky.
He tried to cast magic, 3rd circle and even a 4th circle spell was fired into the distance but with a single flap of its wings the mighty Zu evaporated his efforts with a fearsome, spine tingling smile across its lips.