Aren moved down from the gate. He walked into the midst of the battle like there was nothing happening at all.
One of the guards locked eyes on him. He pulled out a staff, twirled it, and charged ahead. He leaped into the air, the tip of the staff glowing with a fiery color.
"Arghhhh, die, Shadow!" he roared as he swung down, pouring everything into one swing. Aren looked up and raised his arms into a cross. The staff slammed into his gauntlet. It carried an explosive force that was beyond what should be possible. The ground cracked beneath Aren's feet.
'What is this? His attack carried so much weight that I could barely keep my hands up. That must be his ability of some sort. He can increase the weight of his staff.'
The guard pulled back and landed on the ground, spun around, and thrust the staff. Aren blocked the staff again and was hurled back several feet. His entire body screamed with pain.
