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But each of those bolts carried enough power to blast through the average arcane bearing humans head. Though zajas snake was an extraodinary lad, he wasn't about to have them die just because he used them as mea shields. So he just handled it himself, zigzagging at lightning speed while moving at the ant size scale.
But as he moved at that speed, his arms began to turn bright red due to friction with his body and the surrounding air. Heating up under the crushing pressure of his primal strength pushing through the dense air, the red spread to the whole body and zaja stopped mid ait, gasping for breath while flame projectiles surrounded him from all sides.
'Breathe…' balling his fist, zaja pulled in a deep breath. The red hot heat shrank back to his arms, and he brust to the left , shifting out of the projectiles way and letting them collide at the last moment,
