At that moment Ethan didn't even turn to look at them. He slammed his staff on the ground, and a ripple of energy erupted from it, spreading through the scene like a tidal wave. The men were thrown against the walls, their weapons clattering to the floor.
One by one, they dropped lifelessly, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds.
At that moment Ethan exhaled, his anger sharpening his focus. He didn't have time for these distractions.
Turning around, he began making his way out of the Circle's hideout.
As he walked through the sprawling compound, more security men appeared, their faces twisted in determination and fear. But their numbers didn't matter. Ethan moved like a storm, his staff spinning, his movements precise and lethal. Every strike landed with devastating power, and within moments, the scene were littered with bodies.
