Sand and dirt blew between the two forces as if even the land itself had gotten restless, waiting for them to fight. But the land wasn't alone. Soon the skies were shrouded with dark impenetrable clouds. Winds started to blow at a frightening speed, and yet for the opponents, it felt as if the time had been frozen.
Naalnish was confused. The trap was strong enough that even the aberrated beasts could not put a scratch on it. Yet this kid broke it apart as if it was made with twigs. There was something... weird about the kid. Enough to make Naalnish's skin crawl.
'I have just met this bastard and I hate him already... the look in his eyes, his stance, his smell... everything about him makes me want to kill him.'
He then looked around and saw the corpse of three of his underlings. Blood was still oozing out of their bodies and staining the soil beneath them. It was a sight naalnish had not expected to see out there, not after such a long time.
