"Your amputated lover is bleeding profusely, how about you come at me?" I taunted Cedric, with great results.
"[Fireball], [Water Bullet], [Cyclone]" I threw spell after spell at him, but he masterfully dodged or deflected them. His Swordsman class - or whatever it was - allowed him to summon forth shields that protected him, and he could also give his blades supernatural properties that allowed him to parry even attacks like a Fireball.
I found him to be an excellent blademaster who was equipped with the perfect tools to be a strong opponent against any sort of builds - be they fighters, mages or anything in between.
However, we were not alone. The remaining Phantom League soldiers swiftly managed to awaken from their shell shock of my strange and mighty display of strength and versatility, and longed at us, and especially at Cedric since my back was toward our backline while his was to theirs.
