"Begone."
With a flick of his wrist, the Faceless One cast the summoned spirit aside like nothing more than dust to the wind, accelerating the particles of dirt caught in the wind to such speeds that they turned the armored hammer-wielder into nothing but mist within a moment.
'Already!?' Emilio thought, 'Can we really beat something like this–? Is this the sort of power a Primordial has access to…? Maybe fighting isn't the key here…If I think about it, there might be a way out of this…think.'
At the very least, the momentary distraction his summoned familiar caused released the binding effect on him and Asher, allowing them to land back down on the contorted street below.
"...Asher, you've fought it longer than me, so tell me if I'm wrong but…there's no winning against it, is there?" He asked.
