Adam's eyes flash with cold, murderous intent. His tail lashed at the ground, splintering the soil. Motes rained around him as his hands tightened around his weapons. If Titania wanted to wear his essence down, he would oblige. No, he'll even help her out.
He raised his god slayer, his figure flickering.
Eyes narrowing through her visor, Titania tensed, anticipating where he would reappear. The magic symbols snaking her armor brightened subtly.
A detail that didn't escape Adam's attention as he swung from his position in a confusing attack aimed at no one... In appearance, that is.
Just as the blade reached where her shoulder should have been, he vanished from the ground.
He heard a muffled curse as he reappeared in front of her, his hand thrusting for the kill. But with the curse came a spear of thorns. It slid between Titania's shoulder and his blade in a narrow parry, its barbs scraping white marks across her red armor.
