A thunderous roar erupted, followed by seven more in rapid succession. Over thirty seconds had passed since Logan had unleashed his auditory assault, and the hydra writhed in distress. Some heads, having shaken off his control, lashed out at their neighbors, sinking their teeth into flesh in a desperate attempt to snap them out of their stupor.
Logan didn't waste a second. He surged forward, wielding Zephyr's most powerful ability—Typhoon Barrage. Blades of wind spiraled around him, crackling with electricity as they spun at breakneck speed. The force was so intense that the vibrations created an additional elemental effect—a rare phenomenon.
Just meters from the hydra, Logan halted, but the storm he had conjured did not. The whirling blades shot forward, multiplying into twenty in the short distance he traveled. Had he been airborne, he could have gathered even more, but the sheer force of the twenty was enough to shove the hydra back.
