He suddenly shot forward, crossed both blades, and attacked Rion. He was fast, but not fast enough for Rion not to react to.
A sand wall rose and blocked the attack. The man tried to retreat, but the sand protruded and grabbed his leg. In a rush, he cut through the sand and fell to the ground. He rolled and got on his feet, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
He knew that they were strong, but to be taken down so fast and easily—that wasn't supposed to happen.
"Stop with the resistance," Rion said, dropping the wall.
The man's eyes darted around quickly. He saw all of them standing there, and not one of them looked like someone he could take down—except the small girl.
When he saw her from the corner of his eyes, he immediately decided to use her as a hostage. So, without missing a beat, he charged toward her—the worst mistake he could have possibly made—as out of nowhere, a spear stabbed into his chest and came out from behind him. His eyes widened as he saw the shaft in his body.
