A Crude Style: Endless Improvement
"I was wondering when you'd react," Arthur admitted, wiping blood from the edges of his lips. He sat on pieces of debris while immense pain coursed across his body. With the hardening of his bones, Arthur hadn't suffered much damage, but even such a meager amount was difficult to heal.
When Skofnung had been only a few inches away from piercing Gabriel's heart, Arthur had sensed a sudden influx of energy on the left. Then, as if the rays of dawn blinded him, a sword conjured solely using the abstract element of light and heat approached his general direction, threatening to burn his body to bits.
With widened pupils, Arthur had been flung away after conjuring a barrier to sustain the potentially fatal blow. Although he was powerful and did not doubt the fact that he could overpower the two old men, he still needed to be extremely cautious when engaging in battle, as a single misstep would result in his immediate death.