Embers
"Mira Fenris and Stolas Fenris. Were you the ones responsible for killing them?" Grim calmly asked Spade as the large imposing human had his back turned around.
This halted the man's approach, he flinched, actually. But he did not respond to Grim Fenris' question. "I will bury you alive, child. Both you and this pathetic excuse of a fighter in front of me." He said, referring to K.
Spade burst a flurry of slashes from the blacksmith's sword right at K, who dodged them all by an inch. A single cut on him would have definitely been fatal. The sheer wind gusts showed how intense each slash was.
"Tch. Fighting in such a crumpled up place like this definitely puts me at a disadvantage, I am not able to materialize as much weapons as I want to in this tight space!" K thought to himself as he clicked his tongue.