"Self-Created Technique: Brawler Style- Wave of Destruction!"
No sound reverberated, not even that of something slicing through air.
The attack of this Plecostomus moved like a bandit who learned to hone his instincts and attacks to make as less noise as possible, it made people wonder about his story, his red eyes spoke of untold suffering and pain.
As the club bats moved through the air, a wave of destruction followed.
A pitch-black wave of destruction, they sucked the raging fire in.
In a moment, there was no more fire in the air.
The Ackermann Elementalist widened his eyes in shock.
The Roaming Priest was not done.
"Self-Created Technique: Brawler Style- Sand Toss!"
He casually threw one of his bats up, freeing that hand as instantly a mountain of sand appeared on the free hand. It was a wonder how so much sand was able to fit in his hand since he was not as gigantic as most Beast Priests.
He was like the Snow Monkey; their power was confined in small frames.
