The leader, ignoring the screams of Miles, held Cecilia fast at the waist. Just as he leaned in, the persistent witch Miles had blinded and kicked finally recovered his magical focus. "Do not interrupt the Master!" the witch shrieked, desperate to prove his worth. He used his power to seize the splintered table legs up to the ceiling and sent the sharp, heavy woods flying towards Miles like deadly javelins.
Miles, fueled by the terrifying sight of the leader touching Cecilia, executed a move his human body could never have managed. He jumped high into the air, twisting violently. He swiftly turned in the air a controlled, dizzying rotation as the sticks passed harmlessly through his sides. He continued this continuous turning in the air until the supply of projectile wood was exhausted.
He landed on the floor with obvious, physical anger radiating from him. His eyes, burning with dark energy, were fixed on the leader who dared touch Cecilia.
