"You're hurt," he rasps, his voice deeper than before, the bass making the hairs on my body stand up. He lifts my still regenerating hand as he stares at it, his cheek twitching in displeasure. "You're hurt," he growls, the sound louder. The soldiers advance towards us, but with one look, Amon has them stop in their tracks, an invisible barrier seemingly holding them in place. "Amon..." "You. Hurt. Her," he screams, the sound of his roar turning into a physical blast that, as soon as it reaches the first row of soldiers, transforms them into little else but goo on the ground.
YASSS AMON GET THEM!!!! RAWWWWW 🏃♂️🗡️🤺🤺
