Colin sprinted even faster, and he began to quickly build up his energy as he ran.  He could sense the creatures in his head, and he was going to make a good first impression on them.  Focusing all of his energy, he leaned forward and opened his fist, palm facing behind him.  A large burst of fire and dark energy erupted like the jet of a modern day plane might.  The force of this sent him flying at near sonic speeds.  The trees bent and branches and rocks were thrown up into the air as he zipped overhead.  He clenched his fist and held it out in front of him as he flew out of the trees.  One of the twins was in front of him, and in mid pounce on kell.  Colin crashed into it, the energized fist crashing into its rib cage.  In a split second, many things happened.  The creatures chest cavity was torn apart, killing it instantly.  It was sent flying away, far out into the distance and out of sight.  All the dust and dirt and rocks and twigs, and everything else that got picked up reached him.  The dust dissipated quickly, and all the rubble fell to the ground.  Colin was left standing there, splattered with blood and dust, his fist outstretched.  His feet had dug a small trench into the ground as he had stopped moving.  He opened his hand and another sword, much like the one in his other hand, appeared in it.  He turned around to face the others that were there, eyes pitch black with a red flame inside.