The street split open—numerous cracks fractured and turned the street into an uneven terrain. People caught in the center of the street were flung back aside and thrown off their feet as magic turned the smooth road into a jagged one.
Numerous concrete of the pavement strewn up and scattered like spiked rain as the magic faded.
Han wiped the blood off his nose with and lifted the tip of his wand, feeling a bit woozy, but otherwise still alive. His ears were ringing, but he caught the sight of some men with [ Steady Footing ] already heading this way, some with inconspicuous weapons like a knife himself and others with an axe—
Caught in the frenzy, he pulled out the rusted knife and threw it at them.
[ Unerring Throw ]
