His footing slipped. Too much Essence drain made his balance faltered.
"Tch!"
His slash missed, cutting only empty air as Asher managed to jump back.
He smirked and stepped in to counter, planting his foot to finish it, but—
He froze.
No!
Yet even as Alaric's strike missed its intended target, something else happened.
The flame extended beyond his blade continued its arc.
Asher had thought himself safe, until the delayed flame slash caught him squarely across the chest.
"Argh!"
The warrior's eyes went wide with shock as a deep, cauterized gash opened across his torso.
Blood began to gush, and his massive frame swayed like a felled tree.
Thud!
Asher collapsed to the arena floor, his war axe clattering away into the silence.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations! You have unlocked Scorchblade Arts (S) 2nd Form!]
[Flame Slash!]
[Ding!]
In the seats...
Varell's face had turned ashen, his jaw clenched so tightly that veins stood out along his temples.
