The leopards leaped through the underbrush, but Aramith didn't flinch.
Before Mozrael could even lift a finger, threads of shadow burst from the ground like fangs. They impaled the first leopard mid-pounce, drilling through it until its ribs cracked apart.
The second one disappeared just before reaching them, then it reappeared behind Aramith, aiming for his neck.
He didn't turn. All he did was lift one hand slightly, and the beast froze midair, its body writhing against invisible pressure before it split cleanly down the middle.
Mozrael took a step forward, but his voice stopped her."Stay behind me."
It wasn't just the cold way he said it, but rather the way it left no room for discussion that made her freeze.
The last leopard tried to flee, but Aramith didn't give it that chance.
It could have others it's going to for backup.
