Never in all his life had Abel seen a basilisk. The mere sight of it had sent him running off like a rabbit caught in a flashlight. Subconsciously, he had decided that such a beast was shock enough, and that nothing more unexpected would be happening today.

When the basilisk took flight, he was struck dumb. It was as if reality had simply given up. How could nature conceive of such a creature...and then give it wings? With nowhere to run, however, retreat wasn't an option this time. If he had been thinking straight, Abel might have found the continued pestilence of the nevermore a greater concern, since a casual observer could have noticed that it seemed to be cooperating with the basilisk. As adrenaline began to pump through Abel's veins in anticipation of the fight, however, such observations were beyond him.

The behemoth landed, and the two teams prepared to do battle. Abel, in a minor demonstration of power, let go of the Ampere and allowed it to spin, guided by threads of electricity, through the air. His hands closed around the metal shaft and he leveled its tip at the beast. Given its incredible armor, its eyes seemed like obvious points of weakness, but there were fangs and crushing strength to consider. Another option was to target its skin-flaps with a lightning bolt and sear them beyond use, effectively grounding it. Abel hesitated, legs crouched, not sure what to do other than move to the front of the group and take a defensive potion.