Mikhail's shoddy dodge from the imperceptably fast wind slash was followed by a sudden roll over, as if he were a dog.
BANG!
Another spire of gray rock violently shot out of the ground.
He had attempted to contest control of the ground beneath him amidst his dodging, but the quality and quantity of the dragon's Spiritual Aether was enough to completely block his attempts. With a forward somersault, he got on his feet and jumped.
Knowing the vulnerability of such a position, he immediately charged in a different direction by kicking the air, changing course like a housefly. He then heard the rapid whistling of wind behind him, and then…
BOOM!
Mikhail had no time to look, but now, there was a giant slash in the wall where Mikhail would have been.
He looked at the situation of the others as he began shooting towards the dragon once more.
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It all happened too fast.
SPLAT!
