Wind

James scans the area desperately, searching for any possible escape routes. His eyes widen in realization.

James: "Oh, shoot... I don't have anywhere else to go."

Suddenly, arrows fly toward him, forcing James into a frantic dodge, but one of them grazes him, causing a sharp pain.

James, wincing in pain: "Aw! That hurts!"

His heart races as the Cerberus charges at

him with a pack of skeletons in tow. He spots a nearby stick, grabs it, and braces himself. Just as the Cerberus reaches him, James swings the stick, landing a solid hit on the beast. With quick reflexes, he performs a front flip, landing skillfully in front of the Cerberus, despite the barrage of arrows raining down on him.

He deflects each arrow with precision, but the Cerberus throws him off with a mighty force, sending him tumbling through the air.

James, gritting his teeth in frustration: "Dammit!"

As he lands, his side throbs with pain. He glances down and sees blood seeping from his abdomen.

James, barely able to stand, steels himself as the Cerberus and skeletons charge toward him.

Then, with a surge of determination, James runs straight into the swarm of skeletons, unleashing a series of fluid, skilled strikes with his wooden stick. His eyes burn with focus as he takes them down one by one.

Suddenly, one of the skeletons lunges at him from behind with a dagger, but James reacts in a blur. He flips backward with practiced ease, grabbing the knife mid-air and throwing it back into the skeleton's skull, killing it instantly.

But before James can take a breath, a massive blast from the Cerberus slams into him, sending him flying across the battlefield.

James, crashing to the ground: "Dammit!!"

He groans in pain, his hand clutching his side where the blast hit, his blood pooling around him.

Just as things seem hopeless, a sudden gust of wind sweeps the battlefield.

Daimon appears, his presence commanding and effortlessly confident. He gestures toward the chaos with a flick of his hand.

Daimon: "Wind Burst!!"

A powerful, circular wind bursts out from him, sending the skeletons flying and the Cerberus hurtling far into the distance.

Daimon surveys the scene before his red eyes land on James, who is still struggling to rise. Daimon can't help but laugh as he notices the stick still gripped tightly in James's hand.

Daimon, chuckling: "Dude! Are you seriously trying to die with just a stick?!"

He laughs even harder, his voice booming with amusement.

James, still in pain, sighs, clearly annoyed by Daimon's humor but also slightly embarrassed.

James, through gritted teeth: "Yeah, yeah! At least I tried."

Daimon, with a smirk, extends a hand to James, who glares up at him, frustration evident in his expression.

James, irritated: "Bro, I can't even stand up. I'm injured."

Daimon laughs even louder, clearly finding the situation absurd.

Daimon, voice booming with mirth: "Bro! Those things are weak! And yet you're this injured?!"