Niuran wasn't a man of many words. Fiends tended to have their personalities shaped and warped by their favored element. So even after Ryu said these words, and even when he attacked, he didn't react much at all.
With a casual strike, the spear flickering in and out of existence in his palm came to meet Ryu's blow.
A curious light lit in the depths of Ryu's pupils. He didn't think much of the odd appearance of the Fiend to begin with, but even he was having trouble understanding exactly what it was he was seeing.
BANG!
Air rippled around them and a layer of force stopped blade and fist from meeting.
However, with an indifferent gaze that looked like a literal pool of water, Niuran's spear lost its form, flickering out of existence and suddenly wrapping around Ryu's arm.
It surged forward, appearing before Ryu's throat in the blink of an eye.
