Gold gathered Siv into a gleaming sphere above his palm. With a flick of his fingers, it split into hundreds of hardened needles, each one glowing faintly.
The monsters hesitated. Too late. The needles shot out like a storm of arrows, shredding the pack into nothing but blood and pulp.
Only the bull remained, its hide studded with silver needles that hadn't pierced through. Gold recalled Siv, now blood-stained, and with a thought, restored it to clean, dull silver.
They stared each other down, dark eyes against bright red.
"Well?" Gold asked.
The bull answered by bringing both chains down in a blur. The air barely had time to whoosh before impact but Gold had already molded Siv into a shield.
The blow bent him toward the ground even without him holding the shield directly. He winced.
What insane strength…
But Siv held.
Above his head, it shifted again, two silver hands shot from the shield and seized the bull's weapons.
