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One of the people, the creatures, wearing the face of an older man Robin had seen napping underneath a tree, made it through the front line wall at a moment when Sheik was otherwise preoccupied, spotted Robin, snarled and lunged.

Robin held his hand forward, yelped a little before steadying his voice and calling out, “Wind!”

The ink from the page sparked gold, then travelled up his arm to his palm where it shifted into a burst of green air. The man was hurled backwards and slammed against the near wall.

Already he was pushing himself back to his feet. Robin extended his arm and shouted “Wind!” again. The second hit against the wall made a splatter of dark blood where the back of his head impacted wood.

He was groggy. His eyes lulled open once more. That wasn’t enough to put him down?

Four tiny, silver needles sprouted from him, arching from his throat to his face. All the energy was quickly sapped from his form. He slumped back against the wall, his features disappeared, and then he burst into black smoke.

“These creatures require lethal force, tactician.” Sheik glared at him from across the room.

- Chapter 37