MEOW!
"AUGH!"
Xenon yelled out in pain as he smashed into the wall of the waiting area. 'Fuck!' he thought as he got back up. 'This is the worst possible match-up I could have!'
"Hehehehehe!"
An unknown person laughed behind the crowd of men in front of him. They were all holding weapons and it seemed as though the skill they were using was slowly turning off. Xenon was holding onto his scythe and trying to keep his balance.
"UGH!"
With a grunt, he swung the weapon around sending a sharp air strike toward the men in front of him. Some of them ran to the front as they were glowing and attacked the wind head-on. Their sen stopped it and the ones behind ran up to Xenon, attacking him all at once. In a panicked manner, he looked around in the crowd, sweat dripping from his forehead.
'These goons aren't the problem! I can easily handle them, but the other guy..!'