Thasher watched from a distance as his troops were cut down in single swipes. And beyond that, he saw Fushi-Jama was lifted as he was pierced by a dozen strands of hair.
" No!"
" Stop!"
He tried to stand but the true mage behind him still hadn't finished her cast. Still, he couldn't reach him if he wanted to HIs legs were weak...He would collapse before he reached him.
" I'm almost done hold on!"
" Tch!'
thasher clicked his tongue out of frustration as he watched the life be squeezed from Fushi-Jama. His mind raced with pathetic thoughts that wouldn't do him any good but it was all he could do.
[" What kind of leader am I...I'm sitting back while my troops are killed."] Yet he had no choice he was critically injured. [" He went toe to tow with one of them. yet I was defeated easily so who am I to command them!']
" SHING!"
