The flower sword turned and stared at the head of their comrade with various degrees of anger, a switch turned off in their heads. As one, they unleashed their auras of red energy that pressed against anyone and anything close to them.
Rota bent as the pressure increased, she gasped and caught herself with her hand before she slammed painfully on the ground. "What's happening?"
Belialthorn gritted his teeth. This is bad, the flower sword are angry, beyond reasoning.
Eleanor was in front of Alaric, shielding him with her body, her hand on her sword and dark eyes on the threat in front of her but she made no move to stop the flower sword team.
Eldric cursed and was about to unleash his aura against the flower sword when a sharp giggle cut through the air. It was as if a child was giggling, a child with the voice of a beast.
The auras from the flower sword cut off, so abruptly, as if the power supplying them simply froze.
