Three down, one more to go
Shawth looked at Ayaan's hair that changed into snow white, and the rippling energy around him and narrowed his eyes. "Come!"
"Humph! Don't be too arrogant, boy!" shouted Shawth and hunched towards Ayaan. His weapon grasped in his hand. "Die!"
He shouted and lunged at Ayaan. "Hmm?" however just as he was about to strike with his sickle, he felt a grip on his feet. When he looked down, he found his feet were tied in the chain's of ice. Surprised by the sudden development, he could not act nimbly and Ayaan attacked with his sword.
"Boom!"
At the last moment he blocked the sword with his sickle, however, he was thrown more than ten meters away, and blood trickled out of his lips. The man wiped the blood and shouted before dashing towards Ayaan for more aggression.