Clang—
Wind bursts crashed into the defending Lines of Dean, who raised them just in time to block the rapid-fire wind attacks from Vel'XalvenoX.
He was alone, facing this unbeatable beast, and yet his mind was fixed on his older colleague, Vayro — still lying on the hot ground of Purgatory, his body still bleeding.
"Ahhrr, go to hell!" screamed Dean as he used his Line Creation to create multiple red-coated, almost bloody arrows.
He shot them at XalvenoX, who didn't even try to dodge.
"Hell? Boy, where do you think I live?"
Copied Creation // THE CASTLE'S GATE
As the arrows neared XalvenoX, the entry of a castle appeared in the sky and dropped the gate like a guillotine, cutting the bloodied Lines in half before they could reach him.
However, this didn't matter to Dean. As he ran, he knew the attack would be easily defended. It was more of a distraction — a way for him to check on Vayro.
