A giant wind slash formed and then flew in the group's direction.
The ground beneath was unaffected, making it look deceptively harmless.
Yet, Mikhail had felt such an attack from a lesser beast before, and knew better than to take such an attack head on. Especially now, that the one dishing out that attack was a dragon.
Thus, without stopping his charge forward, Mikhail ducked to the ground and put his feet forward.
He slid underneath the slash, the leather of his caligae scraping against the rocky ground. The only thing from him getting cut being a few strands of hair.
The threat of the dragon was multifaceted though, and Mikhail knew better than to sit still. Thus, he immediately stood up and then shot forward, spear first!
CRACK!
Mikhail suddenly flipped forward, and an instant later, his feet were met with a sudden wall of Rock!
