From three different directions are beasts all precariously overextending to get in a single shot on me.
Whether it be claws, knives, or fangs, there was no telling what their attacks concealed; whether there was venom or other factors of which could tip the scales in their favor, the fact that they'd left themselves fully open to get a single swipe in meant that these attacks were not something to be taken lightly.
"Mana Skin!"
Immediately, I employ heightened defense to protect myself from their attacks, my skin acting as an iron wall as their weapons either impacted, cracked, or broke with little to no consequence to my own person.
It's only then that I counter-attack, swiping my mana-enhanced daggers to deal a stagger blow that eviscerated their torsos.
Bearing no mind for the three beasts, I am again met with an onslaught of attacks, this time a score of creatures all aiming for different spots through different tactics.
Ten or so launched themselves at me outright, having little care for their own chances of survival.
However, the remainder took their own approaches to getting past my defenses.
A few shot out blots of venom, a burning sizzle in the air a reminder of their toxic nature.
A couple more threw their weapons, enhanced to the brim with mana to the point that there was a an indigo glare present in their blades.
Maintaining my flow of mana into my daggers, I brush aside the monsters hurtling towards me, either dissecting or amputating the feral beasts.
Immediately, I react to the numerous amounts of projectiles aimed at me by moving my arms.
I first begin by amplifying the amount of mana in my daggers even further to the point that their mass was beginning to pull the air in, stealing my own attention from their sheer size.
"This will do."
Intent on making myself a proper vessel for my blades, I pour a little bit of mana into my own arms, my veins popping out as a light blue emanates and resounds through my skin.
The coloration serving as a reminder of my cells being vitalized, the veins in my arm also begin to pop out, my muscles bulging almost to the point of barbarity.
"Grahhhh!"
Seizing the moment, I swing my enlarged blades with all my might, the resultant momentum so substantial that I could even begin to see the air being displaced.
But, no, I don't stop with just a single swing.
Carrying my blades' momentums with the rest of my body, I begin to twirl around with the daggers, the earth keeling in response as each turn causes the ground to hurl up pieces of glass.
Almost as if I were destruction incarnate, the mana surrounded me shivered, attempting to distance itself from me.
But no, at this moment, I was almost like a singularity, the flaring of intensity in my energy only serving to draw the mana further in.
In response to my spinning getting faster and faster, I could feel my hair beginning to rise up--not flowing in one direction, but instead getting lifted.
For I was in the dead of a storm, and that storm was caused by me.
The wind getting lifted, thrown, and tossed every which way, I formed what was a tornado, twisting and twirling with me with such mind-bogglingly fast speeds that if not for my increased mass from pumping mana into my cells, I would've been lifted and thrown off at the speed of sound.
The blades, venoms, and acids all got caught in my vortex of doom, either getting ripped apart and spat out or synthesized into the tornado itself, giving it a deep greenish-purple hue.
"I'm not done yet...!"
Power surging through me, I begin to slow, the necessary force to decelerate causing a circular indentation in the earth at where my feet are.
I gather even more mana, my reserves beginning to bottom out.
This will take quite a bit out of me.
I begin to push my mana out, using the same principle as mana allocation to imbue it into the tornado.
This way, I could maintain the momentum that I'd created in the tornado whilst simultaneously gaining control over its movements.
Eventually after around five seconds of imbuing my mana, I came to a halt, the only thing keeping me grounded my still strengthened limbs.
"Twist, twist, twist!"
Pumping out mana in volumes I've never used before, the tornado begins to spin even faster, the environment just barely hanging on as a conglomerate of crystal, glass, venom, acid, and wind began to create silvery streaks along the tornado, my mana deepening its hue to create a deep metallic blue.
Finally given the chance to look on at my creation, a smile forms on my face.
For a second, everything seemed to stop; my body halted, the monsters frozen, and the tornado suspended.
Such power flowed through me that I felt like I could do anything.
I can do anything. Even steal a card from that wretched brother of mine.
"Howl of the Forsaken!"
Raising forth my daggers that now lost their great volume gained through Mana Infusion, the tornado heeded my call, moving towards the direction I pointed.
The monsters looked on in exasperation, some frozen, others rapid in their efforts to escape.
But there was no escaping such destruction, the tornado's fury the conglomerate of the monsters' own efforts to kill me.
Moving at speeds that far exceeded the sound barrier, tunes of life being smothered played, the mana's reverberations proof of what they considered destruction incarnate.
Limbs flew up and about along the tornado's wind, but what was most prominent was that even they were being torn apart, a deeper purple coloration made salient.
Like death had descended upon the mortal realm to claim its victims, I could only look with pride, being the one to allow such devastation.
However, I knew that such an attack would not last forever--given my mana reserves--, and I thus understood the required urgency for its usage.
Pointing towards the other beasts who'd been surrounding me, they broke their halt and tried to attack me upfront, supposing that if they killed me, my attack would cease.
"Smart--definitely smart for the likes of you, but you're too slow," I remark, the tornado dragging and pulling on the beasts before dismembering them in mere instants, "especially since there's no stopping such destruction."
As I pull apart the last of the beasts, I consider releasing my control over the tornado, its consumption of my mana beginning to reach its end.
But its only then that I sense three major mana signatures; the same mana signatures that I'd left behind to deal with the horde.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to leave you guys out."
My reign over the tornado weakening, I command it one last time, directing it to assail the left behind alphas.
Instantaneously, the tornado encompasses the three, leaving behind pure devastation as the ground ripples and distorts in response to its strength.
However, just as the three monsters are enveloped, a searing pain radiates through my chest, finally causing me to kneel down as my control over the tornado is fully released.