The poison type Modis that were still fighting numbered around thirteen and they were barely holding up against fifteen snakes. From the ground, the spikes with which General had just killed one of the snakes started to float upward again, coalescing into a single thin lance in his hand.
The general could see three of the modis struggling against five snakes and he blasted forward, reaching the snakes in an instant as his clawed arm ripped through ones of the snake’s neck and a large chuck of its body was sent flying. The other snakes immediately flapped their wings trying to escape but the thin lance in the General’s hand had pierced through the two wings of one of the snakes when the General suddenly felt a powerful force slammed into him from behind.