Finally, gain his ability.
Passing through the leaves and branches of the trees, just before he lands on the floor, the chains of Omari's weapon wrap themselves around his waistlines stopping him from descending any further into the forest.
"I don't believe it is your time to exit the fight just yet," Omari remarks, her gaze settling on him from above with a small smirk pulling at her lips, as her purple braid loosens and her hair falls freely around her shoulders. "Now, let us return to the fight and emerge victorious!"
"Right!" He smiles.
Pulling back her chain she whips him forward throwing him back to the battle as she flies next to him. Blaise down below keeps his fist high blocking the sword.
The atoms in the creature's blade seem to unravel in slow motion. The molecular structure fractures, breaking down into fine particles, dust circling around his fist like shattered glass.
