Damien lunged forward, boots skidding across the scorching ground. Embers swirled in the air, threatening to choke him with every breath. The Pyrofiend Alpha roared, its molten claws cleaving downward in a brutal arc. Damien twisted, raising his sword at an angle to deflect. Even with his Sword Intent, the sheer force behind the beast's strike sent tremors through his arms.
"Anna!" he called over his shoulder, gritting his teeth. "Anytime now!"
From behind him came a crackle of lightning—Anna was already on the move. Despite her ragged breathing, she mustered enough focus to send another bolt of electricity hurtling at the Pyrofiend. The beast recoiled momentarily, lava-like veins pulsing as it struggled to neutralize the sudden jolt.
That's my opening.