Engulfing his sword with draconic flames, he attempted to take the initiative with a burst forward before any of his comrades joined him, gunning straight for the imposing banshee. He moved swiftly like a bullet, hopping around to avoid the whips of razor sharp, flashing hair while also cleaving through the same attacks that came at him from other angles.
'I can make it–!' He thought.
Just as he came within striking distance of the banshee, who remained hovering in the same spot, he began swinging his flaming sword towards her neck before–
"AAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!"
The ungodly scream caused space in front of him to ripple and contort from the violent shock of the banshee's voice, shattering his draconic armor and blasting him back with ferocious speed.
"Ghh–!" He winced.
"Emilio!" Joel and Asher shouted.
It was akin to being smacked by a point-blank natural disaster, unable to regain control of his own body before he slammed into a hill of dirt towards the back of the quarry.
