The idea of power had been explained in almost a million ways but right now on this battlefield, power was not just having the ability to subdue your opponent but also decide their fate without so much a squeak or struggle from them.
First impaled by those golden spikes and then slashed by the unexpected contraction of those cords, the wooden creatures was ridden with wounds that cut deeper than its scales. Dylan was at one end, slicing this thing as if it was an ingredient on the chopping, his condescending that he did so with only just a move of his wrist. Raaya was equally at another end consequently sending sharp waves of energy like blades to attack several parts of its body causing it wounds till it was poked so much that it looked like it was attacked by a gigantic porcupine.
