As Emilio dashed in, engulfing himself in azure flames like a fireball, the King of Spades backpedaled and swiped his hand, seeming fearful of the Dragonheart's rush.
"Slice!" The bleach-skinned man yelled out viscerally.
It came as fast as the sound of the word reached his ears, like a nefarious wind hissing towards him; Emilio immediately flipped to the side in an attempt to dodge, though found it ineffective as an unseen attack slashed across his chest.
"Nn!"
Though it impeded his course, fortunately his armor withstood the bladeless slash. It had penetrated the draconic scales, though failed to reach his skin.
"Fly: Swords!" The King of Spades commanded with a booming voice now, pointing an index finger towards the pillar.
