Energy bolts came flying from inside the cloak of Reehath, streaking across the room to explode on the body of the lead enemy. It was lifted from its feet and smashed into the back wall of the room, its body twisted at impossible angles.
The staff clattered to the floor, its purpose forgotten by its owner. More energy bolts flew free, slamming into the floor, scorching the metal. The second pfhor fell only feet from Reehath, while the third, the previously injured pfhor, continued to close.
Reehath didn't have time to celebrate however, a group of pfhor warriors appeared at the doorway to the room he was in. They were all armed with their energy staffs and lead by a burned and disfigured pfhor, the one that Reehath had sent screaming from the room moments before.
The three warriors rushed at Reehath, their energy staffs poised to crash down on the body of the Seefit.
Reehath felt a pulse of energy disperse into his body, the pain dazing him slightly as an energy staff found its target. Reehath recovered and darted to the side just as the pfhor, his anger driving him, swept his staff downward again. The staff whistled in the empty air, but the pfhor would not be stopped.
It readied the staff to shoot an energy bolt at Reehath. Reehath fired another bolt in panic, but it wasn't aimed well and raced off to the right of the pfhor, who ducked instinctively.
The pfhor prepared to end the life of the rebelling slave, the energy crystal fully charged.
"This shall teach you for disobeying your masters," said the pfhor, but the energy bolt was never released.
A loud bang came from somewhere behind the pfhor.