Chapter 12

• The troop went wild and began to scatter in all ways. The seventeen-year-old Babida unbelievably stood in his position and did not move even for an inch. He extended his right arm into the air, holding tight his axe in the palm of his hand.
• "Come here, you little monster. Your end is near." He said, challenging the Beast which swung uncontrollably.
• Teased, the Monster screamed angrily while opening his wings, which it used to blow, with brutal power, a sandy wind.