Baddan (2)

The twinkling of abrasive, 'spiced' mana from the explosive attack, as well as chips of rapidly flying debris, with hints of cloud lazily gliding all the way from the second circle, blasted against Skullius' skin.

This kind of attack power was unreal.

It certainly would have scared the average contender shitless, and driven away their hope before Baddan could drive them away from the three circles.

The obscurity bellowing from the distance was quickly washed away by the mild hurricane, and strangely, the tunes still whistling from the ritualistic setup, gave a sombreness to the whole ordeal which Skullius didn't like one bit.

It was like a melody of futility, announcing that the three, had already lost, and were already dead.

Skullius was still alive, and Tallo certainly was, but Maxim's fate wasn't looking too good. After all...

'That was definitely a Super Skill...' Skullius thought gravely.