That's all you have got?

Ares and Arwin ran side by side inside that storm like there was no tomorrow. Their legs were burning due to how much strength they were exerting on them, their lungs seemed to have doubled their size. They had never run so fast in their lives before.

Meanwhile, that tempest of rocks and sand was getting worst every second they passed inside there. It was a Mystical Art that got stronger exponentially. The more rocks it could attract and the faster the winds got, the worse it was inside the range of that spell.

Ares and Arwin barely could help themselves. It was difficult to pay attention to the way they were going and to the rocks at the same time. Also, both were trying to find more trainees, which made it even harder.

However, they didn't want to let anyone die behind. Even though most of the trainees probably were already dead, they maintained their ropes high.