Judas staggered forward as the spears' impact came through, but he held himself straight, his muscles tightening.
"...Is that all you've got, trash?"
Then, with a swing of his staff, he flicked off the spears embedded in his back.
It pained him, but it didn't seem like he was going down anytime soon.
"Not even close..."
Emir was the same.
Though his internal organs were a mess, he had somehow managed to keep himself up.
"...Ready for round two?"
They looked at each other, and in a blink, both of them disappeared.
Materializing just a few meters in front of Emir's previous location, their weapons went forth.
Judas deflected Emir's blade, moving it across his staff's length, then stomped straight, intending to tear a hole through Emir's stomach with a single kick.
Emir followed his blade's movement and frontflipped upward, evading the attack.
