The chaos of a battlefield 

The ex-robber waited for the wave of crows to come his way. He had a faint smile on his face. Maybe because he was prepared to receive the peaceful judgment of death, or then he was proud of himself for finally getting to act cool in front of a woman, even though he would be dead soon or later to do anything with that. 

'I am an idiot until the end, right!?' he thought as he stomped the ground, using wind magic to propel his body forward with even more speed. 

The gang of crows was increasing in number every second as if cloning themselves. He couldn't see from where they were coming. When he realized, a crow appeared from behind another, and yet one more came from behind the former. It continued like that until the sky was filled with dark birds, exuding bloodthirst and cruelty.

For some reason, he felt like that entire wave of monsters was aiming at him alone. And, judging from where their red eyes were pointed at, they were, indeed.