The two Stark stood back to back, their dark crimson auras swirling around them as they prepared for the next attack of the guard, it hadn't even begun yet that they sensed that the air around the monster was growing heavier.
"CRITICAL HIT SPIN!" the elite guard began to slowly spin around while carrying its morning star horizontally, positioning it for the spikes to hit its enemies directly, which would definitely be an insta-kill not only for the clone, but also Stark.
Then…
~FWISH, FWISH~
It began to go faster… faster… AND FASTER, until eventually… the guard's figure was only but a blur, replaced by a series of afterimages.
The [Elite Guard] was spinning so fast it was invisible to the naked eye, and its morning star kept crashing onto the obsidian walls, but it was the walls that were getting destroyed, not it.
~BOOM, CRASH~
