The Last Army

"Pests?" Anna whispered.

"Why are you whispering? And yes, pests. You are but a torn to my side of things and as pests, you need to be exterminated," One continued his insult. Anna was not having any of it. With a quick shuffle of her hands and steady maneuvering of her feet, she directed a flurry of wind sheers directly at One's direction.

One, having evaluated her power, proceeded to take the brunt of the wind. The wind slammed at him, but he stood firm and was unwavering. With such a tremendous force, it was a shock to Anna how One withstood it.

"You haven't learned, as I prove time and time again, mere wind won't topple me," One began to walk towards her.

With every step he took, his aura became stronger and stronger in her eyes. The atmosphere began to suffocate her mentally, she was facing a monster whose power was not derived from any form of magic, but by the complicated tinkering and technology of a machine.