"Ma'am, move out of the way! This man is very dangerous!" One of the soldiers says. Michael continues to build his aura, not moving one inch. Issa sees in his eyes that Michael is struggling to regain control. "....EXPIRATION!" Grima roars, his aura crawling towards the soldiers, turning into solid black spikes that rise from the ground. "Fire!" One of the soldiers gives the order, arrows flying towards me. Suddenly, after Grima launches the attack, I regain control briefly and move Issa out of the way, taking multiple arrows as a cost of my action. "GRAAH!" Grima lets out a loud roar in pain, falling unto the ground. The soldiers, on the other hand, have met their demise. Those that hadn't died are gravely wounded and are on the brink of death.