King Andrew's POV.
"Moko, now!" I say. His hands sweeps diagonally such that they move over one another in a "x" shape before he then project them to his behind.
A crackling sound comes right after the earth breaks into fragments, the rocks beneath each of us glides down, bringing us down the hill.
Moko grunts as he jumps down so he could bend a hefty round, smoothen piece of rock from the earth and hurls it down, letting it fall onto the Weres.
The rock changes, giving each of five different directions. Clark shifts to his side, his rock sliding sideway to the left inside of the downward part of the hill, and he bends lava from the ground. Once the molten fire is out, roaring and splattering around, he roves it up, and let it wash down to the Weres, like a flood.
The woods caught
