The Divine Reincarnator
"I'm in a hurry, so I'd suggest staying out of my way. I'm not the kind of guy that likes being late," Bastian warned.
Katliah tilted her head with her scarlet eyes trained on the man, pointing her finger at her head, "Haaah?! Didja hear a word I said?! Forget all that other crap—I want a piece of ya, Seraphheart!"
Issuing her challenge, the woman manifested bright-red chains that wrapped around her arms, attached to dual, curved swords she wielded on each hand.
"You're here for Excelsior Mytheart and Emilio Dragonheart," Bastian guessed, though spoke as if he already knew.
Katliah raised an eyebrow before clicking her tongue, "Ya know all of that? Yer as resourceful as they say, Seraphheart. Either way, it doesn't make a difference."
At that exact moment, heavenly seals manifested in front of Bastian, who calmly pushed both of his hands through them. As each of his arms passed through the seals, they became layered in light, golden-and-silver armor.