"Incoming!" Okami shouted, which signalled us to defend ourselves from the attack.
A thousand shards of projectiles came raining in our direction, with different elementals mixed with the assault. Each magic attack resembled an intense tier of arcane congested inside those spells. It made it difficult for us to defend ourselves. If I had to guess it right, those missiles were stronger than the bullets from the soldiers.
Match and Ryoshi fired their greatest spell, hoping they could burst the blitz open before it could even hit us. Match also created a dome of fire that could protect everyone from the raining magical elements from above.
Ryoshi and I had no massive spells that we could conjure to defend our teammates. All we could do was to activate our forms and prepare ourselves for the inevitable. And since our upgraded forms upgraded our senses, we planned on deflecting the mana spells before they could touch us.
And then I recalled….
