As everyone was still trying to get back on their feet and recover from seeing the explosion caused by Arad's sole throw, they finally noticed that he was getting ready to start flinging them like there was no tomorrow.
The arena mages raced to double the strength of the barriers protecting the watchers, and all of the archers escaped back. Only Aella remained standing behind Arad.
Arad took his shoes and shirt off, looked around, lifted his right leg, shook it for a while, and then stomped down. The ground beneath him solidified with earth magic into black bedrock, and his feet turned into dark talons with claws sharp enough to anchor him to the bedrock.
He then waved his hand, conjuring a stone into his palm, and leaned back. Hot blood rushed into his upper torso and back as he took a deep breath, and then everything turned into a blur.
