Time stood still for a moment as the group heard the bombs going off and at the same time heard Mandla finished his curse.
It moved again when he stepped back and the blade that was up in his mouth did not cut him, but went through his chin and out like it was made of mist.
Infect, Analka felt like the moment he finished his curse, her blade felt like she was stabbing through the air, through mist.
At the same time, two weapons appeared out of nowhere in his hands, just like how Nolamine's dagger would, but it was being formed by the coming together of mist and making it solid.
The weapons were identical, almost like overgrown fangs with black handles at their ends. They were shrouded in grey mist.
Like how mist would move if one walked in it, Mandla instantly stepped aside and went for Son-join head, an image of mist in his shape following after him.