Anyone looking at it would think it was a joke.
The guardian didn't hesitate.
It launched everything.
All at once.
The spears tore through the air, rushing toward Arthur from every angle.
Ryn's voice cut in sharp. "Brace!"
The team moved on instinct.
They trusted Arthur.
But they weren't stupid.
The fire looked small but they knew better than underestimating it, as they prepared for the after effect of the clash of skills.
Arthur flicked his fingers and the small flame moved.
Fast... faster than it should.
It met the first spear.
And then... it exploded.
A deep boom ripped through the air.
The first line of spears didn't just break.
They vanished.
Burned through instantly.
Yet the fire didn't stop.
It pushed forward.
Like it had been waiting.
The rest of the spears followed into it... and got swallowed.
One after another.
No resistance or slowing.
The fire grew as it moved, feeding off everything it touched.
Wind kept it tight and focused.
