Above the canyons, high in the sky, Kiba's shirt fluttered in the wind. He looked at the incoming gigantic fist made of rock, shining with a strange metallic glint.
The spike-like knuckles on the fist shrouded everything else, ready to tear him to pieces. Compared to the enormous fist, both he and Ashlyn looked nothing more than bugs.
Behind, black liquid surged up like waves, moving forward to envelop him and Ashlyn. At this altitude, Ashlyn couldn't fight, and presently she was floating in mid-air thanks to him.
As Ashlyn finished warning him about the black liquid, he waved his free hand. Mist-like energy swept out from his palm that began to swirl around them.
With a whooshing sound, the mist-like energy concentrated into a force field. From a distance, it appeared as if Kiba and Ashlyn were inside a golden bubble.
BANG
