The stage is set
'Let's see if this will impress you, you pieces of shit.'
Samur snapped his fingers again; that was a lot of snapping for one day.
At this point he was getting sick of it. There won't be any snapping for the next few weeks, that's for sure.
Anyway, the moment he made a noise by pressing his middle finger against his thumb and suddenly releasing it, the ice swords in the air started rotating horizontally, just like the ice sword he had used to cleave his arm.
One (as long as they weren't incredibly dumb) didn't need any future prediction skill to know what was about to come. They had already seen it before, after all.
As the speed of the rotating blades increased, Samur took another Elixir out of his Inventory.
Simultaneously, two translucent, yellow arms appeared in the air behind him, obviously conjured through magic. He handed that bottle to them.