"My Prince."
The voice rang in his head like an n alarm beam, startling his step as he bent backwards in a sudden motion. A long sword swept through the air with a clink. Slicing the molecules along its path as it swayed over his head, a mocking reminder of the path to his neck.
He heaved, walked forward with shaky steps, turned around and sent his fist straight into the Robed figure's face.
BOOM.
A small shockwave erupted from the strike as the figure's body flew through the air in a gust of wind. It slammed against another Robed figure behind, pulling him with him as they crashed into the ground.
His head darted forwards as two more rushed towards him from the sides.
"What is it, Ignis?! This better be good. You nearly killed me."
Darrell cried out in his head, startlement laced in his tone.
Just then, a sudden draft of the wind shook the surrounding air, a fearsome snarl quaking the air as a mighty dragon descended from the skies.
