"Begin."
"Sundering storm."
The air before Atticus split open, an intense gale detonating outward as he erased the distance in a blur.
Heat rippled from his will, shimmering the air around him before erupting into a blazing storm that slammed into the sentinel like a collapsing sun.
The sentinel's eyes widened, but Atticus' katana was already drawn.
The storm collapsed onto the blade, its scorching gale whipping so violently around it that the air twisted with distortion. Then he thrust, the force carving a vacuum in its wake as it tore toward the sentinel.
The others moved in perfect unison behind him. Their wills flared violently as they appeared before their opponents, each attack ripping forward with unrestrained momentum.
Atticus caught the shock in all their eyes. It was only natural.
Not even a full second had passed since the battle began, and they had already committed their full strength.
