Glok stretched out both arms, rotating his shoulders while staring straight at Zayn. His fists were clenched tightly, ready to pummel the arrogant face before him into an unrecognizable shape. He wouldn't let any part of him touch Ailord's body, not while he could still fight.
Zayn took a stance, inhaling deeply before exhaling.
They both took a step, pushing their bodies forward and clashing in the middle of the beach, causing a powerful shockwave accompanied by strong winds that pushed everyone away. The sand lifted, spreading at high speed, feeling like it was sanding their skin, forcing them to move further away to the hill to avoid the impact of the two fighting below.
Reyn was still there, using wind magic to envelop his body as he walked towards Ailord.
