Xavier watched from the shadows. The Hydra was distracted. Now was his chance.
He dashed forward, his sword glowing with a dark crimson aura as he aimed for the closest one of its necks and took a step up [Wind Stride]
The Hydra heads were far from the ground, but with his [Wind Stride], Xavier reached the closest one, and before it could attack the rest of the group, Xavier struck.
As soon as he was in range, he swung with all his strength.
The blade cut deep, black blood spraying across the ice as it cut the head clean off. The Hydra screeched in pain, its body moving backward as all the rest of the heads turned towards Xavier.
"Sylve, now!" Xavier shouted as he used his [Wind Stride] to dash away.
"Holy Flame"
Sylve, already prepared as she saw Xavier, unleashed a blinding beam of light at the wound. The golden flames burned into the Hydra's flesh, sealing it before the head could regenerate.