The giant Bishar warrior before me was at his wits' end.
Each time he moved forward to attack, I shifted the sand, making his footing unstable and throwing his balance off. He growled in frustration, hacking wildly, but the earth I controlled betrayed him with every step.
With a final cry, I let the desert surge upward, pulling his legs into the ground like shackles. His eyes went wide as I used that chance and drove my sword through his chest, the sand all but swallowing his body as he fell.
The Bishar warrior that had rallied behind him faltered, their confidence drying up. Our warriors seized the moment, pushing forward with renewed fury.
The Bishar wavered as their motivation broke their war drums faltering. Finally, they began to retreat, the drum beat changing.
Our warriors howled their victory to the skies, chasing them only so far before Tua Tahir's voice called them back to regroup.
