The words had barely left his mouth when the multi-barreled rocket launchers finished charging, and white-purple energy shells came down in a sky-covering torrent on the leaping pack.
The werewolves had never seen an attack like it, and at first they paid it no mind. Their bodies were formidable: not only could they channel the elements for defense and attack, their innate toughness and regeneration were astonishing besides. In the werewolf leader's view, the pitiful bit of energy a single dragonet could muster, split into so many pieces at that — it could not possibly carry any real force.
However...
Boom boom boom boom boom!
The evocation rockets carried tremendous kinetic energy; the impact on contact formed the first wave of damage, and most of the werewolves could shrug that off with their bodies alone. But the chain of explosions that followed taught them a savage lesson.