Brock watched and took no hasty steps: any could cost him his life. He peeked at the shadows crawling around and planned his actions.
'They explode, so I can't land on them.' Brock's eyes fell on the still twins, and noticed the clear patch of land beneath them… no shadows. 'Neither can they it seems.'
In this cautious mood, they kept silent, waiting for some kind of trigger.
And up the clouds, behind the foams of white, the moon vaguely shone. The light descended upon earth, generating and shifting every shadow.
Brock leapt back, raising his axe sideways.
Another collision of weapons echoed; however, it was unlike the prior ones.
The force propelled Brock away and through the air. He hopelessly drifted and eyed the closing darkness beneath.
Dread filled his heart–he could not land. Not on those.
"Never thought I'd ever use this nasty move," Brock said, laughing. "Guess it's now."
