"We're losing!" someone shouted, looking at his fallen comrades. His eyes were wide with panic. "We need a plan! We—"
"RROOOAAAR!" A deafening roar interrupted him as Alzuring's wings beat the air with hurricane force.
The wind slashed across the battlefield in violent gusts, creating blinding torrents of wind blades that shredded the very fabric of the world around them.
SHHHHHRRIIIIIP!
The wind sliced through armor, tearing men and women apart in a single instant.
The survivors who tried to counter were sent flying into the air, their bodies torn apart by the furious winds. "AHHHH!" Their screams were cut short as Alzuring dove into the chaos, his talons striking, dismembering anything in his path.
...
Caldris' chest heaved with each shallow breath, his body trembling as he dragged himself through the blood-soaked battlefield.