The air had a spirit. An underlying current of two oppositions and power. Logan’s was formidable and powerful but tamed. He could be pissed, but his aura was like a wave in the ocean. It could be cool and calm, but destructive in the blink of an eye. And it would take everything under. But Ender’s power was a whirlwind. The pressure in the air moved untamed. It clashed with everything and anything, willing to knock down just about anything to get his way.
It took a few seconds, but Logan finally let go of me and turned to Ender. A sword turned with him, unsheathing itself from a soldier’s sheath in the blink of an eye, and it flew right past us, towards Ender. My heart skipped when it crazed his cheek, leaving a sharp cut that bled.
Ender’s men growled. Rage swelling in their eyes, and L
