PoV Folarin
Fooren's presence turned the tides of the battle; as soon as he appeared, he caught the attention of everyone, yet nobody seemed strong enough to deal with. When the commander of the people wearing the high-tech suits came at him, he was able to flip him and slam his body to the ground, then he quickly spun around, swinging the body of the warrior against another one that was rushing at him.
He extended his hand, and a wave of flames came out that seemed to initially slow down the few demon-looking beings that came for his head. The flames quickly crystallized and exploded, creating a powerful enough shockwave that sent anyone nearby flying away.
All the warriors that had just taken a direct hit from him seemed to be struggling to even get back on their knees; it was a familiar sight; even I, when hit by one of his punches, would fall in a similar manner to the ground, unable to do anything.
