The Divine
"Try harder, then," Emilio challenged.
That provocation was immediately met as the mighty satyr tossed his hoof against the ground, causing an eruption of wooden spikes to thrust through the soil straight towards the human. Using his quick reflexes, Emilio jumped back, being forced to flip into the air as larger spikes attempted to skewer him in quick succession.
"Too slow."
–Amidst dodging the series of spikes, he found himself outmaneuvered in the air as the satyr appeared right beside him, taking him by surprise with the sudden burst of speed. Before he could raise his guard, the satyr's fist slammed straight against his ribs, commanding enough force behind it to blow him back through a series of trees.
Slamming through the trunks of a few tall cedar, he caught himself, flipping onto his feet as the soles of his boots slid across the slick grass.
"Ra!" Ciel let out a worried noise.