Loosening his grip, Bo released a pack of air from his lungs. He dodged the prince's attack. What the heck was this black soil?
He barely could get rid of it. He had no way to escape and Mark was already glued to a tree.
Bo jumped down a tree, didn't dare to step down. The prince grinned and lashed the mud. The snow was melted and left the earth damp, made it easy to give a rise to black soil.
The sound echoed in the forest. Bo saw that how the earth began to stick him where he was, devouring him. No blade, no thunderbolt he had and if he was blessed with diamond power, it could not save him, unlike his own power. A blue ring appeared around him.
"Little juggler, you are not allowed to use your mind power!"
