Syris nearly choked in disgust, dashing towards the Teivel in a wisk of white light. Ariane, aided by her two Golden Watchers, matched her speed, arriving faster than the blinking of an eye. At the same time, Ragnar and Zaros darted to guard the threshold, emanating dark auras.
Teivel crackled, his Great Scimitar whirling into a semi-arc, catching Syris and Ariana's attacks, when he noticed tendrils of ice treading along his blade like a serpent. It exploded just when it neared his arm, wrenching the sleeve off his arm in an eruption of fire and ice. Teivel was hurled back, slapping against the wall.
Just then, two of the Golden Watchers came, piercing their swords towards his abdomen and chest. Teivel had no time to dodge, no time to react in a spell to defend. With both arms, he lifted his Scimitar, managing to parry the attack on his chest, allowing the other sword to puncture his gut.
