The six-armed soldier in white emitted a terrifyingly loud bellow, powerful enough to pierce the eardrums of most, lunging forth with wild abandon, or so it seemed, but on top of being immensely large, his swings were more thought-out than those of his smaller brethren, making full use of his three pairs of arms to leave basically no space for the trio to dodge.
Maces swinging from every angle at once, his steps purposefully made into stomps as his strength and weight combined made the ground shake, pushing Milo, Helena and Toby off the ground, but the giant weapons only impacted one another, as all three were carried out of harm's way by wind magic.
"Filthy spell caster! I'll grind your bones to dust!" he said one thing, but it was Toby that he instead focused on next.
'This guy is definitely smart enough to know that his kind is generally impulsive…' Milo frowned, having instinctively moved closer to his wife to defend her, the feint had absolutely worked on him.
