The leader of the dark elves charged ahead immediately, eager to cut down Aren and ensure he protected the demons. Aren was open, with no way to defend himself. He was still weak and convulsing on the ground.
Aiden gritted his teeth in anger. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He pressed his feet against the ground and launched forward like a bullet, the ground beneath his feet cracking from the force, his sword glowing bright blue.
CLANG!
Both swords collided, and a massive shockwave ripped through the air like a vortex. Dust rose, and cracks formed on the walls of houses. The dark elf was pushed back, and so was Aiden.
"Step back, I'll not allow you to take even one step close to him," Aiden spoke in a voice used when someone decided to stand against the odds. His eyes burned with a desire to protect and defend Aren in the time that he needed.
