The wind roared through the arena as Benzoh's air pillar dissipated the remnants of Murata's sandstorm, the turbulence scattering grains like ash across the battlefield. Murata skidded back a step, his clothes caked in dust and sweat. Jennie, quick on her feet, transformed her body into a digging tool, plunging into the earth to shield herself from the chaos.
Murata heaved labored breaths. "Huff… huff… You're right, Benzoh. That was a stupid technique to use on you."
Behind him, the sand began to churn unnaturally, forming sharp thorns and humanoid figures that loomed with malicious intent. With a flick of his fingers, the constructs lunged toward Benzoh. Their movements were swift and jagged, each grain of sand crackling as it pressed together like a storm ready to consume.
