The Path of Wind was being generated by Lowengren's suit. It moved like a path, creating secret scythes, powerful pushes, and could even blow a cold breeze to create ice.
With the three frontliners down, Lowengren aimed at those in the back seat.
BANG!
Emily made a desperate shot, but Lowengren didn't even need to evade as the wind blew it to the side.
"Go!" Umbeyown commanded as she and Amelene readied another barrage of shrunken weapons.
Grantor thundered forward, swelling. Metallic ripples raced over his skin as his body became a column of mercury and muscle. Plates congealed across his chest in hexes; his forearms bloomed into anvils. When he planted his feet, the field stopped feeling like mud. It felt like a platform.
"Eat this!" He boomed, throwing an arm to meet Lowengren's fist.
BOOM!
Lowengren was blown back and had to evade as the attacks of the girls were launched, together with a sniper rifle!
Lowengren grunted as he shot again.
