The two Lynx were not so strong, but their claws and fangs were sharp and their speed was unmatched. They also had an uncanny control over the wind, which made it even harder to chase them.
As Nero stepped forward, he felt a sudden, powerful gust of wind push his leg just a little further than he intended. It was not enough for him to trip, but it was just enough to make him step awkwardly. If he was not careful, he would twist his ankle.
Despite the risk, Nero lunged forward, driving his spear towards the slightly shorter Lynx, forcing it to retreat a few steps back. But just as it began to retreat, a mound of dirt rose and wrapped itself around the Lynx's foot.
