The swordsman didn't scream. He didn't even grunt.
He just kept slashing and stabbing into the fire tornado around hi blindly and desperately. Each of attack charged his fiery violet and red Mana.
But Rama could see it in his movements. The rhythm was breaking. The grace and certainty from earlier were gone. He was agitated and panicking now.
Rama narrowed his glowing eyes. A Supernatural… with fear?
For a moment, a chill climbed up his spine.
The way the creature fought, it wasn't just instinct or an order placed. It wasn't mindless and blind rage. The swormans have conciousness and now it feared death.
But he shook the thought away. No time for sympathy or hesitation for Supernatural creatures now.
He had to finish this.
The blazing mini-tornado still roared, flames and wind coiling around the trapped swordsman like a hungry beast. Stone spikes held his legs in place, grinding against his movements every time he tried to step. Rama keep his conceentration.
