One of the spears aimed for his heart, while behind him, a sword threatened to cut his throat.
Lander clenched his fists. 'I have to explode this. Edward, hurry!' he roared inside his head and reached into his chest pocket. He dodged the first blows with agile movements.
He was not a fighter. He never had been, and although he had recently been training with Edward, he had not managed to delve too deeply into sword techniques, only learning to move better.
Although his fists were quite strong and he could use them this time, he did not want to show it while Edward and the others had not arrived yet; that would ruin the plans!
Even so, he soon realized that he didn't have many alternatives.
Clara was going to die at any moment... He needed to activate the mechanisms they had prepared.
He took a deep breath. 'I hope they're close by,' he prayed in his heart and clenched the hand on his chest.
A magical tool shattered in his hand. And suddenly, the earth shook.
RUMBLE!
BOOOOM!
