It was a scream without any sound. An invisible wave that made the air twist and shiver came out of his mouth. The wave blasted the storm in front of him off, and when it slammed into Slya's ship shield, it snapped.
"Attack them!" Bjarke shouted, and then he fell from the storm like a stone. He hit the ground and sank into the sand as if it were water.
A long line ripple ran on the surface of the sand as Bjarke made his escape, leaving his men behind.
Slya had much fun in fighting and taking care of the rest.
"We have found no signs of the leader, Captain."
"So he made his escape. Very well, continue searching, but also be on guard. We don't know which attack might come next."
"Be quick. Loot the bodies quickly, and let's take to the air. We have to get out of here. Don't forget that we still have our mission."
"A shame that the same idea won't work twice, or we could just pretend to be repairing again!"
