"Mike, consider this my last warning. Retreat now!" Elmore's voice echoed along the vast silhouettes of mountains, as though it was coming from a hundred different directions and was ricocheting all over the corners of the mountains. The echoing voices were messing with Mike's mind. If it was someone weaker, they would probably be freaking out already.
"No, thanks. You want a fight, you've got one. I will not let Mighty down. I said what I said."
"Hah! Very well. Don't blame me for going all out then! You first? Or shall I?" In the shadows, Elmore had already taken control of two hills and was lifting them up slowly in the air. His long hair was dancing in the air, his eyes were sharp, his whole body was surging with billowing winds, stirring up the white fog, which became thicker
