Battle of The Lowest (5)
I decided to take a step back and let my friends handle this… as this is what they needed: something to destroy that last piece of mercy that they held for the enemy.
The man before us wasn't just any regular soldier as he used the darkness of the storm to his advantage.
With his shadow powers, he was able to easily pop out from anywhere he wanted in the trench, but my friends were too enraged to just let this slide.
Findir sunk both his sickles into the ground, creating a burst of wind that shot chunks of earth into the sky, revealing the man's location as he tried to slip into another shadow directly on the ground.
"He can't use shadows in the sky-"
Before I could even give them some advice, Findir, in a blind rage, swung both of his arms like a pair of claws, crossing them and shooting two whirlwinds at him.
The man was being crushed from both sides by two whirlwinds that slowly began to intertwine with each other.