Full Moon II
My fingers brushed against the small latch Damon had shown me back when he first gifted me the weapon. Just one flick sent the tiny weapon springing to its full size, the staff lengthening into a metal rod. I stepped out of the way, using the staff to block any debris that Petral had knocked down on his way to the ground.
He landed in a pile of smoke, dust and sand flying everywhere as it clouded my field of vision. The loud boom caused rock to fall from the cave's ceilings, small pebbles raining down on us as I batted them away with my staff.
The smoke hadn't even cleared when Petral's claw reached out from the cloud of ash, heading straight toward me. On reflex, I twisted the staff, using one end to knock him off his intended path.