Santiaga stood up from the ground, looking at Finn who tackled him to the ground.
"Wanna go again?" Santiaga asked, having a slight smirk on his face.
"Tsk, you're not worth my time." Finn frowned, walking away.
Santiaga's eyes twitched. No way he could do him like that and go scot-free. He grabbed a handful of dirt, vanishing from his position on the ground.
Finn's eyes widened as Santiaga appeared in front of him, swinging his sword vertically.
"You—" Finn blocked the attack, holding his position.
'I didn't even feel anything when he appeared, is this his ability?' Finn frowned, taking a step back.
Unexpectedly, Santiaga took a step forward, his hand turning pitch black. Finn got annoyed, putting a hand at his back.
He began to assault Santiaga from all angles, not allowing him to strike again.
Santiaga felt the pressure from the attack. He was not slower, and he was even stronger, but those attacks could connect with his skin if he didn't pay attention.
