Attackers [3]

The commander of the attackers groaned as he was lying at the center of a crater destroyed solely for him. Surrounding him were debris from the fight, as well as corpses from both sides. As he slowly lifted his body, irritation filled his system when he recalled why he had been put in this state. He gritted his teeth as he raised his head and exclaimed like there was no tomorrow.

"Who dares to sneak attack on Polandor Cai the Great Commander of the Senses Batallion?! Name yourself, I will kill you." 

Nerves were popping all over his body as he felt his frustration rushing through his veins. The annoyance couldn't be measured, as he also realized that he was out for a moment. But as he said that he had a great sense, he realized that there was no fight occurring in the skies. 'Don' tell me-!' 

"I was the one who did that sneak attack. What are you going to do, mister commander." Lucas said in a provoking manner, as he grinned, facing Polandor. 

"You!"