It's a pity he is our enemy
Swoosh!
Even as the toxic fumes surrounded him and the massive fist hurtled forward, the pale leader remained unflinchingly calm. A sinister smile curled upon his lips, as a chilling dark power flowed through him. In the midst of danger, he held an air of eerie confidence, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.
"La-hm ... Kàram ... Shæshï ... Lømæt"
As the fist closed in, the pale leader's fingers danced in a rapid succession of handseals, his movements a symphony of precision and mastery. With a final flourish, his hands clasped together, and the curse-infused ring blades that was racing to save it's master multiplied before his eyes. The dual cursed ring blade split and multiplied into six, their forms spinning in a mesmerizing display of malevolent energy.
"Cursed Weapon: Purgatory Wheel!"