Golden

Ember's aura expanded, enveloping him in a golden flame that extended further and further from his immediate surroundings. The air around him rippled with gathered energy, his knees bent slightly, and his blade pointed forward. His muscles tensed like a compressed spring.

The knights eyes remained fixed on the beggar's figure, concentrating on him deeply to ensure he couldn't escape his view.

A low clang emanated from his silver armor, and then...

BAM!

Ember's feet left the earth with an ear-shattering boom. His figure streaked through the surroundings like a blur, leaving a trail of motion and a deep crater in his original position.

He reached Zhihui in the blink of an eye, and his blade shone silver, executing a horizontal slice the moment he arrived. Zhihui, already crouched down before Ember reached him, explosively leaped into the air, holding both palms toward the silver figure.