The White King

Watching The World Rise Up In Flame

Considering it was quite possibly the last thing Schwarz would ever do, he planned to make it count.

With his sudden burst of speed, Nacah barely has time to blink in surprise before Schwarz crashes his outstretched palm into him.

Of course, that alone wouldn't be enough.

At the moment of impact, a blade springs forth from his hand, cutting directly through while the hand itself sends him flying back.

A sickening squelch and an equally pained gasp echo throughout the trees, signalling that his attack was a success.

Nacah sliding easily to a stop, on the other hand, pointed in a slightly less pleasant direction.

"You're going to regret that," he growls out, clutching at the gouge in his chest.

Schwarz enters a ready stance, an action mirrored by his opponent, and meets Nacah's gaze.