As suddenly as it had begun, Shinsou's opening gambit died down to nothing, leaving only a frost covered floor in its wake. Amidst the disorder, the Telgradian recovered his composure the quickest. He was about to whip his body forwards and strike with a breakneck follow up, but Lorenor, however, had already put enough distance between them to kill the plan and seemed to be gathering some sort of energy in his glowing hands.

There was no time to be contemplating what was to come next. One foot after another, the Telgradian took up position a few steps back from where he started his first attack. He quickly swiped a hand across the air in front of him, signing runes in the cold, snapping his fingers at the end of the arc.

Enpera Kurohitsugi.

His preferred method of execution manifested at his mental command, beginning with a low humming that swept along the the forest floor to blow the silence from the clearing. The air resisted gamely with a series of forceful vibrations before the oxygen in the air burned up completely, succombing to the power of the dark void.

The void summoned fifteen lances of dark matter; each one crackling into blossoming life between them. So dark as to be almost painful to look at, it sent every flicker of light within a league scurrying for cover, starkly choking blades of grass and bare branches beneath its shadowy gaze.

In the distance he could see the steeled eyes of his opponent, this Lorenor. Even as the man stood there, summoning whatever arcane energies he could muster, there was no fear in his expression. Perhaps it was sheer bravery, or sheer stupidity? Shinsou couldn't tell. All he knew was that in a matter of seconds, Lorenor would realise he had overlooked the swordman’s greatest and most historic enemy; magic.

Sorry, old man. You did well to get past my first attack, but I think we're done here.

Shoving both arms forward into the darkness, Shinsou Vaan Osiris commanded the fifteen spears to attack. The volley of darkness spread like buckshot across the breadth of the earthly pathway, with trees, foilage and most importantly Lorenor in their line of sight. As they tore through the air, purple forks of lightning ravaged the soil and the branches around the spears, scorching everything with arcane electricity until a pungent, ashen scent filled the air.