They recovered from their surprise quickly. Martin flew at him, wind gathered at his feet, and his hand moved forward in a pushing motion.
Silver-whitish wind blades jumped out, cutting at Atrox, who dodged between them. But then the wind blades didn't dissolve. They turned into a windstorm that tried to envelop the area where Atrox was fighting.
At the same time, countless symbols that had been drawn into the room lit up as they sensed the fighting. The defensive measures in the tent were about to kick in, and Atrox wanted nothing to stop his fun.
So he made a new formation in his mind. "Infernal Prison!"
The illusory prison immediately overlapped with the layout of the room.
Then he spread his hands apart and created a firestorm of his own that slammed into the wind blade storm, everything collapsing as one.
