Joan's murderous instinct was welling up. After being trapped for several seconds, he was greatly pissed. His eyes were brimming with carnage. All were up against him which made him go all out.
Enemies on the front, back, and, sides. With spikes began to rise on the ground, he swatted them all. Smashing them like it were all something like brittle glass. Spikes flew in all directions. Some were stabbed on the perpetrators.
Just as he was getting busy, he saw that he was surrounded all in different directions.
"Seal him!" The cult leader shouted.
Bright red neon lights appeared on the ground and it has runes engraved on it. A star rotating on his foothold was seen.
Joan broke some spikes and threw it all to the ones surrounding him but they were immediately replaced by others. All of them were prepared to die just to make their job done.
Joan growled then he dashed towards the leader. It was in a split second that he realized that he was in dire straits.
