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Ganymede knew their impatience to fight and decided to indulge them, disappearing suddenly, he reappeared moments later with four minotaurs. "Have at them Champions!" He yelled leaping back, one of the minotaurs roared and charged at Andras. The Champion felt nothing but bold courage, taking a stance and grabbing the minotaurs horns. Their was a crash of dust as the beast was stopped in its tracks, it sent a punch forward into his chest which only was met with the cracking of its fingers. Andras yelled defiantly and ripped a horn off its head, casting it to the ground, the beast reeled back in pain. Andras feeling a joyful wrath come over him, laughed mockingly, the sky above filled with storm clouds. Andras looked up at them and rocketed into the sky, rushing through the stormy clouds he was assailed by lightning that fueled his very being. He stopped in the middle of the storm and held out his hand, beckoning the raw power to it. Cloud wrapped in lightning funneled into his hand forming a bolt of lightning that he clasped like a spear. He marveled at the power in his hand, it was the same zealous wrath he felt in his heart. He aimed at the beast and hurled the bolt with all his might, it shot toward the monster with the speed of lightning, striking it and causing a thunderous explosion as the minotaur exploded into a field of gore.