Escaping death

The air crackled with energy as razor-sharp gusts cut through it, away from Erik by just a couple of millimeters. Wind blades flew past his ears, their intangible energy brushing his skin and delivering an alarming reminder of the beast that pursued him.

Erik's muscles ached with exertion as he pushed his body to its limits, especially since a torrent of wind blades swooped down on him. If he allowed one of those attacks to hit him, there would be nothing to do; he wouldn't survive. The kid was anxious to dodge the Galewing's bombardment.

The wind blades slashed through the air with precision, their power seen in the devastation they left in their path as the grass blades in his immediate vicinity were chopped in half. Each close call made the young man's heart skip a beat, his body reacting with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, back, and legs.