Chapter 827: Battle within the city

A bed of air glided the impromptu strike towards the ground, Igna took action by spinning, taking account of the situation, and leaping to a favorable range. The gamble paid when retreating, there runs the risk of being backstabbed, what he did was greaten the distance. A foolish move since the guardian saint showed signs of superhuman speed. Currently, he wasn't the only person able to move with the illusion of teleportation. In the milliseconds the scene followed, the guardian saint's murderously vibrant pupils glared in what seemed to be a motion lasting hour. The scythe touched the ground, she altered its' shape to gain speed from contact – and before Igna adjusted, she was on her way to deliver another strike; this time, the weapon's joint headed for his neck. Ducking or sidestepping was no option, by the time Orenmir could be drawn – his head would be taken. The opening was too delicious to pass.