Selin, now equipped with Ryolos' old sword, stood above the green cloud. Mike was still buried beneath the many stones. He must have lost consciousness. The impact had been too strong. The group knew that Mike would not be able to fight in this battle anymore.
But there was a problem. They had only one weapon left. Ryolos' sword was in Selin's hand. The other sword she had thrown about two minutes ago had shattered upon impact with the cloud. The cloud could harden its skin, making it strong and unbreakable.
With this new information, Selin thought about how she could seriously injure the cloud. She came to the conclusion that striking with the sword was the right decision. She just had to wait for the perfect moment.
So Selin waited.
She opened her wings, ready to fly upward if necessary. Her white tail twitched violently back and forth. She was clearly nervous.
