The Shroomian warriors howled, launching themselves into the air, their hands flying through the space, aiming dozens of punches at their Majin opponent. “Ras!” Art cried, slamming his hands into the ground and launching himself into the air. He spun around, then straightened, aiming a kick straight for one of their necks. It retaliated by quickly snatching the leg, then hurling him up into the air. But they weren’t there anymore. “What the?” Art asked, then looked up frantically. That was, until the Majin stood up. “KHAMSIN!” the Majin cried as the warriors were blown away.