The summoning of these abhorrent undead angel puppets made Finir gag. Nevertheless, the dragon stooped down on one knee, with one claw pinching at his nose while the other was dipped into the water behind him to bring out a pulsating sphere of water.
"This is a horrible way to tamper with the dead..."
As Maya started to play the flute, Finir decided to stay in front of her, Grandison and his ring of fire. He took his other claw off his nose and used some of the water from the sphere to coat his arm into an ice blade. Using his fists would be too much work. He took the remainder of the water to create a sizable ice shield that pitched its length along his left arm, fully protecting it.
Finir roared, and charged at one fiery angel form, and attempted to slash off one of its legs to start dismantling it.
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.