The King of Spades' eyes moved over to where the platinum-haired spirit was, across the chamber as he pointed his halberd to her, "I will deal with you first, little witch."
Hextrice didn't shy away from the threat, unfolding her arms that were crossed over her chest as astral flowers bloomed around her, "Hollow threats are just that–hollow. Come, then–I will dismantle you and send you to a place further than death."
Though just as the King of Spades took a single step, the guardian's instincts kicked in just as the dormant lines of water suddenly activated, whipping around and forcing the halberd-wielding royal to dodge, yet the whips of aqua did not attack him.
"What're you planning…?" The King of Spades questioned.
It was just then that the guardian noticed what the tendrils of liquid were targeting: the pillars surrounding the spot where the royal stood.
"You–!" The King of Spades realized.
"Heh," Emilio quietly let out while still pinned by gravity.
