But it was exhausting.
The Haelves were learning his patterns, adapting their approach.
And they protected each other with the same coordination they used to attack.
When Jorghan tried to isolate one for a killing blow, others would intervene, covering their companion's retreat, forcing him to defend rather than press the advantage.
They're too synchronized, Jorghan thought, parrying a strike that would have caved in his ribs if it had connected.
I need to break their formation and scatter them.
He reached for his mana reserves; not blood magic this time, but elemental control that he had always possessed alongside his bloodline abilities.
His palms glowed with red sigils as he activated his magic, and he swiftly pointed his palms towards the sand.
The sand responded.
