SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!
The Roc had its monstrous wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the landscape.
Even from such a distance, every beat sent storms of wind that whipped against them.
It forced Jasmine and Safira to their knees, the tree offering them little protection.
They put their hands above their heads and rolled into a ball against the ground.
Whether it'd be of help or not was questionable as they were up against that, but it still was way better than doing nothing.
Unlike them though, Malik didn't bother to protect himself.
He didn't need to.
With what little 'protection prowess' he had, the beast could snuff his life out in an instant.
So instead, he focused on what his Royal Sword style worked best with.
Evasion, feints, rapid movement.
And this time, he was ready for battle.
Fear no longer clouded his mind.
SKREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAW!
