He laughed, and his storm aether burned brightly within his veins, his flesh gaining the momentum of fierce winds and the weight of heavy rivers.
BANG!
With ease, from a crossing block that should've failed, he flowed into a parry, meeting Uriel's glaive head-on and casting it aside.
Grinning, he stepped forward, his feet digging into the mud as his muscles flexed, and from that parry, he continued with a vicious lateral slash.
Uriel, his guard broken and his defense pried open, didn't panic in the least at the prospect of the blade sundering him in half.
His mind spun, and a dozen spells were cast, all buffing him while simultaneously weakening the Emperor. The latter was a half-step D-Ranker, so his spells were barely a tenth as effective, but the quantity made up for it.
It gave him just enough leeway to react.
Like a rubber band pulled taut and then let loose, his parried arm sped back, spinning in his grasp and crossing in the path of the coming spear, its pole blocking.
