CHAPTER 132
"Perish, all of you!" the man roared, swinging his hand downward with a sharp, commanding motion that sent the frozen spikes crashing toward the earth at a tremendous, lethal velocity.
"Arthur! Greg!" Grey bellowed over the whistling of the wind.
"On it!" they both shouted in unison.
A dozen transparent shields manifested instantly, rising above the huddled townspeople to intercept the falling shards.
The impact was deafening; the barriers began to crack slightly, the web-like fractures making the energy look like fragile glass under the strain.
Greg leaped into the air, discharging a dozen jagged lightning bolts toward the remaining spikes, shattering them into harmless glittering dust.
As for Grey, he tapped his pendant and a gleaming sword materialized in his hand, gripped firmly by his lightning gauntlet. Moving like a literal bolt of electricity, he blurred through the square.
