Makun looked at the three rushing towards him, they were a threat for sure, but his eyes trailed one last time on the priest.
The priest himself was not a warrior, Makun could tell, but the amount of Ashe flowing through him was staggering. If he decided to act, it would not be with fists.
He had to keep an eye on him at all moments.
BOOM!
Makun lunged towards the shorter man, the one with the twin axes, throwing a heavy cross full of his red chaotic Ashe. The blow came fast, faster than any of them expected, catching the man by surprise.
BANG!
The shorter man raised both his axes in a desperate block, the impact rattling through his arms, his feet sliding back against the chequerboard floor.
But they were not alone.
Swoosh!
Makun heard it before he saw it, the curved blade cutting through the air from his left, aiming to sever his extended arm at the elbow. He had no choice but to abandon his assault, pulling back, two quick steps to create distance.
