Voicing a curse that carried enough power to be considered an attack, Noah allowed his figure to explode with ferocity. Tens of ideas coursed through their shared minds, as he calculated their chances against that army of whisp-hounds.
There was more than enough power in that army to potentially destroy Cusk, it was surprising that Cregar would invest that much energy to attack them.
"We don't even have that much time in this form!" He commented, annoyed. He was right. The timer that showed they only had eight minutes left, continued to countdown.
'Did they just spawn out of nowhere?' Erolia felt forced to ask as her mind raced with Noah's. They considered whether to run or not.
'Let's see how much we can take down before we need to leave,' he suggested and they moved to act.
Excitement bubbled in his chest at that decision and a certain urge swelled in their being which he did not hinder.
