[Samael Ashwood's POV]
"Poisonous Smoke Magic: Toxic Veil!"
With a swift motion, Allen unleashed a dense cloud of thick smoke that enveloped the courtyard, reducing visibility to almost zero. I felt the oppressive weight of the mist settling around me, and the faint scent of toxins filled my lungs. It was a strategic move, designed to disorient me and give him the upper hand.
"Think you can hide in your little fog, Allen?" I called out, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the growing unease. "That won't stop me."
My left hand wrapped around the hilt of my sword, while my right hand's thumb pushed the hilt sightly for others to look upon it's blade.
