"Die, you arrogant trash!" the Vice Hall Master roared, his figure transforming into a streak of crimson fire as he launched himself forward, his blazing sword aimed straight at Ethan's throat.
But before the ancient alchemist could even cover half the distance, the space directly in front of Ethan violently fractured.
BOOM!
Like a demonic ghost materializing out of thin air, Elder Driz suddenly materialized into the vanguard space. His eyes were wide with a frantic, desperate terror—not of the alchemist, but of the apocalyptic consequences if Ethan were to be inconvenienced on his watch. With a savage, lightning-fast deflection, Driz slammed the flat of his heavy blade against the Vice Hall Master's weapon, forcefully redirecting the trajectory away from the polished stone floor to ensure not a single brick of the pavilion suffered a scratch.
Then, without a single millisecond of hesitation, Driz executed a devastating, blinding counter-slash.
SPLUTCH!
