Since it's a clone made from sand it can't die from splitting itself. So, its planning on keeping me occupied. Gripping the hilt of the katana a sly grin formed on his face.
Come on then. A wicked look flashed across his eyes unleashing his aura. A shade of mystical black and red fog slowly seeping from him surrounding the area.
And for a brief moment time seemed to have paused, everyone attention pulled back to the source of this dominant force. Disbelief flickered in the dull lifeless eyes of the sand dog which soon disappeared the next instant.
Like a command they lunged forward, each picking out their prey. Though kyle and the others were outnumbered it didn't matter. Their strength was a force to reckon with for a slight advantage in numbers.
