Artur would not let the Arion foothold in Heles stand. Tonight, he would sanctify Anna's name with blood. Starting with the "first sin" standing before him: Nash.
Small magic circles flickered into existence in the air, vomiting forth his collection of magic items—runed daggers, mana discs spinning like saw blades, and silver chains inscribed with binding symbols. All moved in perfect synchronicity with his rage.
Nash realized immediately that the rhythm of the fight had shifted. Artur was no longer a mage relying on technique and spells; he had mutated into a walking arsenal.
The first dagger streaked out, nearly grazing Nash's temple. It was followed by a mana disc from the left, which Nash was forced to deflect with an elbow reinforced by Brajamusti. Searing sparks exploded, but before Nash could land, mana chains lunged from a blind spot, seeking to ensnare his legs.
Crack!
