Another part of Chapter 2 of my novel Firstborn.
Behind the door were fourteen spastic and scared aura bundles, presumably belonging to the children. They were huddled in a corner to the right. Directly in front of the door, as if it were some grotesque bouncer, was a jagged and sharp aura, vibrating at an erratic pace and swirling in unnatural patterns. Its shape, colour and texture was completely different from that of the children: this was the aura of the final Lizardman.
I willed my eyes open and blocked my aura-sensing, trying to replace the image of the swirling and erratic blob of energy with the image of a giant lizard. I did not plan on facing it in combat. If I made a single error, one of those kids could end up suffering and that was unacceptable in my book. So I calculated the position of the monster and pointed Djinn at where I assumed its chest would be. I placed Djinn’s tip on the cheap wooden door and channelled my own aura into the sword, which promptly elongated for the second time; the azure blade shot through the door and embedded itself inside the Lizardman’s sternum, skewering and pushing it farther back into the room.
Releasing the spell, I opened the door and was greeted with the satisfying sight of a giant bipedal lizard thrashing agonizingly on the ground before stopping abruptly and remaining still. I sheathed my sword and spun to face the kids, just to make sure that none of them were hurt; Ignoring their looks of awe and bewilderment, I turned my back on them and took out my cellphone.