The Holy Knights recognised that something had to change.
…The crowd did too.
And so, with worry and anxiety thick in the air, the two stone-like warriors spun, deflecting an intense strike from the Noble Queen. Instead of using the brief moment to attack her exposed back - which Alden could tell wasn't really all that exposed, considering a twitch of the Noble Guildmaster's wings could help her evade any strike - the Holy Knights suddenly grasped each other.
Immediately after, the wind howled, and green wind energy coaelsced around them like a shell.
Only, this shell had a shape.
Alden's eyebrows instinctively rose.
'Interesting.'
Reflected in his crimson gaze, a light-green panther snarled, its fangs dripping with deathly sharp wind energy. Nestled safely in the centre of the Wind Creature, the two Holy Knights cut solemn figures as the heavens howled its lament.
The crowd, awed by this, burst into a frenzy.
In the next moment, the magical panther disappeared.
