The feeling of the power, of the energy.
The sight of his enemies achieving synergy.
As they charge to slay him, he lies back to greet them.

Flowing like water, like a mighty torrent.
The energy and power releases, sending him flying in the current.
Slamming into a massive cliff, the rocks breaking off as he smashes.
He can only cling to life, hoping not to be turned to ashes.

As the foes stand ahead.
He can feel the coursing dread.
As they prepare a final volley,
They are bolded by what happens to be their folly.

Immense strength building in their palms,
Thinking that their synergy won't prove them wrong,
They ready themselves, their energy, to eliminate their enemy

Done with his fear controlling him, our hero takes a hold of it.
Handling it as well as he can, he prepares to attack back with his hands.
Using the last of his strength, he evades the attack, which shoots towards him, ready to shoot back.