Streams of fire, now clashing with the roar of a storm, scattered all around them in various flashes and flares of pure power. And thirty thousand legionaries raised their shields to protect themselves from the avalanche of fire that descended upon them.
Azrea, however, did not stop. Using the momentum she had gained, she pushed her blade away from Hadjar’s sword, used the inertia to spin around, and kicked straight at the General’s chest. The flame, which took the form of a tiger’s paw, followed her kick.
This single attack was so powerful that Hadjar would probably have been thrown so far back that he would have broken through the remains of Arzal’s grove and all the houses in the Village as well.
But the Wind would not allow it. It stopped his flight, picked up its friend, and brough
