As another swift assault came in a flash, like a wind brushing against his body, leaving behind the impact of a kick, he flipped back. He raised his hands, commanding a swarm of chains to rise around himself, waving and chipping around.
The Invictus of Hermes raced around the perimeter of scathing steel as a line of seraphic light, taunting the cornered adventurer, "Is this what you thought of? You're just a sitting duck."
'I just need–a couple seconds!' He thought.
With the agile foe attempting to come closer, the protective bindings swung wildly, deterring the elusive man. Around his body, the chains he commanded slithered across his skin like serpents, interconnecting and forming into an armor of black steel.
["Origin Chainmail"]
