The Dragonheart Awakens Once More
There wasn't much time to think as Amon proved to be capable of holding the initiative even against the four, fading in-and-out from his shadow form while Everett continuously swung and slammed his shield towards him.
"--C'mon, faster now," Amon teased, "Maybe you'll hit me, someday."
"Raaagh! Shut it, wouldja?!" Everett roared.
As Amon backpedaled while being chased by the shielder, Emilio attempted to turn the soil in his path to mud, though even without looking, the recruit killer seemed to possess a sixth sense as he jumped over it.
Though the result of this was Everett instead slipping on the mud, falling to a knee, "Gragh…!"
"Crap-!" Emilio gritted his teeth, feeling at fault.
This provided an opening for Amon, who had a malevolent glint in his eyes as he dashed in, going for the kill before–
Amon stopped, flipping one of his blades behind him to deflect the incoming needles that were launched towards him, coming from the demi-human user of the Godless Style.