Putting his sword aside, he took a deep breath as he put an absurd amount of energy into his weapon. A whirlwind appeared in front of him and with a scream of fury the animals launched their brutal attacks, throwing up a wall of air at high speed.
Ryan's eyes observed three possible futures for the situation. In one, everything suddenly turned black and he was presumed dead. In the second future, the attack tore most of his body apart and Nyx helped him out of the portal.
But this was not the fate he wanted for himself, and taking a deep breath, he concentrated on observing how that wall of wind was behaving. Time seemed to have stopped in front of him, while his body moved at high speed.
The mana flowing from his chest to his arm was enveloping the sword, carrying away the stone and the circle of wind that was in the center of the hilt guard.