Leah, who had been hovering near the back of the group, pulled two large canisters from her bag and hurled them into the center of the mercenary line.
POP-POP!
A sound between popping corn and fireworks was emitted. The canisters didn't explode with fire. They exploded with the powder. It looked harmless, like a cloud of pollen, but as it settled, the screaming started.
"MY EYES!" one mercenary shrieked, dropping his fireballs as he clawed at his face.
Within seconds, the enemies were reduced to a group of people crying, sneezing, and stumbling blindly in every direction. The cyclone died out. The fire faded. The man with the metal skin was busy scratching his chest like it was on fire, the dust causing an unbearable itch.
