Leroy's head was spinning violently. He could not even make out what in the world happened because everything just unfolded too fast for his mind to grasp onto even a single thing.
He unconsciously wanted to crawl away from the agonizing hold on his leg, but before he could, his body was once again hurled upward before crashing painfully into the ground with a resounding thud that intensified the ringing in his ears.
Kyle mumbled a spell under his breath and controlled the wind around him to disperse the dust. He glanced at the two elves and the injured demi-human in the distance with a chilling smile.
"Does any one of you want to help him?"
The demi-human shook his head at him with an angry expression. He was already badly injured and wanted to witness at least one of the individuals who killed his companion die before his eyes.