Silence filled the corridor as Swelt tied his Swiftmax shoes. They provided a quiet step and exceptional feedback, perfect for an agile athlete. Swelt opened the door, letting a burst of air and light fill the corridor. Outside, Thornbeasts and Minstrel Meisters roamed back and forth. Avoidance would be best, but there were too many for that to be likely. Swelt would attempt to, but was prepared to fight just in case.
He dashed from the open door, weaving between the first few ranks, but eventually they grew too dense, and he brushed one. Immediately all of the foes turned their heads toward him, and glared with fierce smokey red eyes. One Minstrel Meister slashed at him, then the rest, and Swelt had no other choice but to Blaze. He drew forth energy from within, then burst into a flaming figure floating before the enemies.
As they approached, his mere proximity singed the hair of their bodies, and those that dared to continue forward, he grabbed with burning hands and flung them off to the distance, streaking smoke through the sky. To give himself a path, he shot blasts of fireballs through to the dunes far off. And as the bulk of his power began to fade, he summoned his sword and ran the rest of the way through the path he created, slicing through any enemy that moved to intercept him.
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