Third Person's POV
A fountain of corrosive and stinky black blood sprayed from its decapitated neck.
Ethan channeled his dark magic power and flooded it into his chains' crystal wind blades.
A small whirlwind formed that tore through the thatched ceiling and cleared both the poisonous yellow fog and the putrid stench of its blood.
The hut creaked ominously and seemed to be close to collapse.
Knowing the severity of the situation, Velcy jumped and clung to Ethan like a monkey as her fluffy ears twitched from the excitement and adrenaline of the battle.
He wrapped his arm around Virelle's smooth waist as his Dark Storm wings materialized on his back.
With a powerful flap, they soared into the sky just as the treehouse gave in and crashed into the darkness below.