In a flash, he summoned the wind-imbued energy from his boots—a burst of speed magic—and launched himself forward, a blur of silver and motion.
"Move!" he shouted, but Veyla had only turned halfway when—
CLANG!
Jin slid in front of her, crossing his twin swords just in time to meet the beast's deadly horn. The impact was explosive—sparks flew as metal met steel.
The ground trembled beneath his feet. The sheer force of the blow pushed him back, his boots skidding along the floor, leaving scratch marks and dust trails.
His arms shook, his shoulders strained under the pressure—but he didn't fall. He held.
Gritting his teeth, Jin growled, "Don't just stand there! MOVE!"
His voice snapped the rest of the team out of their shock.
"Cover them! Now!" someone yelled.
