Murderous intent flashed in Oscar Owen's eyes. The surrounding wind, as if sensing his purpose, swirled eagerly around him. Several vortexes of wind before him rapidly disintegrated, transforming into an innumerable swarm of tiny wind blades.
Before Hayden Winters could even react to the murderous intent in Oscar Owen's eyes, a flurry of Wind Blades had already savaged him, shredding his cheeks, forehead, chest, thighs, waist, and the artery in his neck.
By the time he realized what was happening, his consciousness was already beginning to fade.
Oscar Owen stood close to Hayden Winters, his clothes and face splattered with gushing blood. The blood was warm, its bright red a shock to the eyes. His own heart began to pound, lodged high in his chest.
His face covered in blood, Oscar Owen turned to look at Jane Monroe. He was about to speak when he saw Jane suddenly wave her hand. A ball of water struck the burning tent. The flames diminished but were not extinguished.
