Dreadlords A Field of Dead Men

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The weight of Corvus' spear suddenly felt more noticeable on his back, but he would stick to his hands for now. He was keenly aware of how far Cassi was from him. Close enough that he could move to her if need be, but far enough to give her breathing room.

As for his question, he got an answer back with the addition of multiple voices from the shadows. His own fist balled up as the wind around the entire group started to whip up in a protective yet challenging wall.

"Why don't you come down here and I'll join my fist to your face!"

His own anger was beginning to build as he started to feel like they were all animals being caught in a cage. Now, they were just being toyed with and poked at. He would show them what happens when you poke a tornado.

A part of him wanted to rush in there, and he could just tear this entire place down piece by piece, but he knew that would only get him yelled at by Olem, and worse, his sister.

Olem Fennec Melchior Em Cecilia