Twelve tomahawks arced through the sky like enraged hornets, rebounding like boomerangs and gaining speed with each strike. Afterimages blurred like flying swords as they screamed back to Elian's hands—only to be launched again, harder.
"HYUUN!!"
Whimpers echoed, bones cracked, and blood spilled. Unable to resist the brutal metallic nightmares, the Snow Wolves trembled. Tens of them cast their mana into the air. Icicle spears 2 meters long appeared. Yet after using them to attack, nothing happened.
Plink.
Like eggs on a concrete wall, the fragile projectiles shattered. Despite over hundreds of them slamming against Elian's armor, they couldn't even make him flinch. Only one option worked. And that was throwing their bodies at the black knight.
"That all you got?"
