"Fall back! Don't let him get hold of you!" Malin shouted but wasn't it too late already?
About six bloody bodies laid on the floor and before the other witches contemplate what was going on or how to handle or follow the command that was passed, they were either flying away after a solid punch from Lenan or being shredded to pieces from his talons.
The ones that dared to take the fight against him, froze in fear upon his growls and roars.
Malin's wand glowed in rage letting out burst of energy that Lenan easily dodged with a 350 backflip in the midair to land on the branch of the tree behind him.
"Get going, we need to get out before they remember about us," Kyle rapidly patted on my shoulder trying to register his words in my head.
"But we will have to help him!" I tried reasoning.
