The Sword God Style
"It won't reach."
A stomp from the foot of the legendary warrior emitted a force strong enough to rip up the cobblestone around him, dispelling the incoming arrows that came from the front before he squeezed the handle of his sword.
The crimson-haired man spun around with a masterful slash of his sword; the speed at which he swung it, the perfect trajectory in which he moved it–such factors played into the majestic, yet horrifying result of the "spatial slash".
Space warped around the blindfolded swordsman, contorting it as it vibrated with a deafening hum before–all of the projectiles were cut away as if never there.
"...Hm," Avdima looked as bored as ever.
Godfrey held a giant smile, ready for more as he parted his lips, "That again?"