Melchior shot out first as a plan formulated in his mind. From the kind of person his opponent seemed to be, he knew just what to do.
'Bait him.'
The fog whipped and curled around him violently as he appeared in front of the redhead. It served as a sort of veil to hide his movements, which gave it an extra additional purpose.
Melchior lashed down with a barrage of heavy punches. Waves of water slammed down onto the opponent's body. The jets of water were stopped midway by a sheath of ice that erupted and spread across its entire surface.
His eyes widened in response as he noticed that.
SWISH!
The sudden streams of ice fragmented and turned into daggers that aimed straight at him.
'Shit!'
