A torrent of black thorns ripped through the sky, soaring through Aran's location as he weaved to avoid a direct hit. He adjusted his speed, trying to anticipate all of the trajectories while thinking of a way to get closer to Nema. He figured that killing Nema or making him unconscious wouldn't end the constant destruction of the beast right below them.
This is bad, at this rate, the town will be in danger any time soon. I need a way to destroy this thing...
A whirring thorn sharply swiveled in his direction, making him step back as he floated. He glanced forward, seeing Nema unleash another rain of his black bullets. When he reached the turning point, Aran dodged the remaining thorns but then he was caught on a pincer attack. Using his magic power, he swung Carnwennan on the opposite side, creating a massive fissure with a gust that struck all of the thorns.
