NARRATOR'S POV
Javir, Davene, Rebekah and a host of other djinns stood atop the hill.
"Dramon, what are you doing?" Javir asked and walked towards him.
Dramon stared at him in disgust. Javir felt the stare to his core, this was someone who could fight on par with a full power Tahmut while he himself wasn't even serious one bit.
"I have no need for weaklings like you." Dramon said and he was momentarily distracted.
Tahmut took advantage of that destruction and covered his fist in dark and ominous energy.
"Destruction." His fist hit with utmost precision, destroying everything in its path including the other human soldiers.
"Tahmut!" Javir screamed and ran to his friend's side, holding him as he fell. The repercussions of using two of his strongest attacks were finally kicking in.
"I-it seems we did it." He said faintly and smiled.
