'Sword savant style fourth form, whirlpool strikes.'
With a flurry of rapid slashes Quillon planned to slice Marcus up, but he was surprised by how they expertly maneuvered and used their iron wings as a scapegoat to avoid all of his attacks.
Then with one final slash from above Quillon was able to send his opponent rocketing towards the ground.
Except instead of crashing into the ring, they disappeared for a moment before repapering and landing on their feet perfectly fine.
Though Quillon had already begun his own decent his sword posed to make a finishing blow, when out of nowhere a massive furnace made of fire appeared right in front of his face and sent a huge blast of flame at him.
'Sword savant style seventh form, Warding flash.'
Rapidly moving his sword in a zigzag pattern Quillon was able to block all of the flames coming at him, but the intense heat radiating around him was still burning him.
