The creatures kept tumbling from the sky, pulverized into gore the second they hit the ground. For the first time, the battlefield wasn't just blind panic—people were regrouping, pushing back, clawing for control.
And they were doing it because of him.
Everywhere Finn looked, adventurers were picking up on his trick. When they were about to be overrun, they called out his name. He answered. A flick of the arm, a stumble in the sky, another monster face-planting for the kill squad to finish.
Even the mages stopped wasting mana on crowd control. With Finn creating openings left and right, they could finally conserve their strength for the giant wing looming over the battle.
"Finn!"
He whipped his head at the voice—RahRah.
The little man stood beside Big Tim, who was getting completely mauled. A dozen creatures clawed, pecked, and tried to drag him off while RahRah and the others flailed, barely keeping him from being carried away.
