The male leader exploded in anger. Smoke appeared above his head, forming the visage of a large, hunching skeleton monster with blades for its hands.
He shot towards Michael, his speed so fast that his body turned completely horizontal as he charged.
He unsheathed his sword, a freezing chill smoking off of its blade.
From his perspective, Michael looked like his eyes haven't even responded to his move.
The man swung his identical swords.
Visible chilling wind slashes appeared in the air, before flying off into completely different directions.
Some of them completely missed the mark. They hit the walls. But instead of cutting through them, the chilled wind slashes bounced off back into the fray.
The man continued to create wind slashes. Each one of them bounced all over the room, seemingly gaining momentum with each ricoche they achieved.
Meanwhile, the woman remained silent, suddenly moving her head just in time as one of the slashes came towards her.
