All the attacks merged halfway, creating a mix that they had never seen before, a combination of all of them that formed into some sort of dark purple blast, rushing right at Ironclaw.
Aren looked down and saw this attack, and for a moment there, he felt something other than worry and fear, he felt proud, proud of the people that he had made friends with.
Ironclaw looked at the incoming attack and very quickly, he placed both hands into the ground, and then stack after stack after stack of metal walls rose from the ground one after the other, reaching over fifty-three feet thick before him.
