He understood that his view of the world was limited, and if his father were here, he might have had a clue about the nature of the weapon.
"Do you know what kind of weapon it is?" Jaran asked, looking at the Windcrest Clan's descendants besides him..
Kiran didn't respond.
None responded to him because they also didn't have an answer to that question.
Damn it! Just when he thought the battle would soon be over and victory was theirs, the Worst One had overturned the situation again.
Meanwhile, the feiry, feathered shield had already begun to peel away.
Ezekiel thrust his drill-like weapon forward.
WWHHIRRR!! WHHIIIRR!!!
ZZZZZZZZ!!!
It spun like a drill, piercing through the dissipating fiery, feathered shield.
CLANG!!!
Kaelis blocked his attack. She was surprise as she laid her eyes on the weapon the Worst one had attacked with.
CRANGGG!!
WWHHIRRR!! WHHIIIRR!!!
Sparks flew as the drill-like weapon grinded against the Dove Hurricane Red Sword.
