'I wonder how much he's grown by now. If I see him again, I'll rip his head off. But first…' Nozel thought, the gauntlet around his hand spinning violently. Its knuckles twisted and opened up, forming a cannon-like weapon.
"I need to rip your heads off first!" he roared.
With a thunderous sound, metal shards erupted from his gauntlet at breakneck speed, soaring toward the enemy like guided missiles.
The shards traveled so fast it looked like the men couldn't possibly dodge in time—but then, towering walls of earth surged upward, slamming into place just before impact.
The collision echoed like a thunderclap, sending tremors across the battlefield. Some soldiers staggered from behind the walls, blood dribbling from their lips.
"Want to help out here?" Nozel snapped, glancing at the wind student beside him.
"I thought you had it covered," the student replied with an amused smirk.